Always True to You in My Fashion Songtext
von GQ

Babe, you know I love you
And I′m gonna be true
But I'm gonna do it all my way (my way)

If a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet begins to pet I cry "hooray" (hooray)
But I′m always true to you darlin' in my fashion (fashion)
Yes, I'm always true to you darlin′ in my way (my way)

I′ve been asked to have a meal (a meal)
By a big tycoon in steel (man of steel)
If the meal includes a deal
Accept I may (yeah, you know I may)
But I'm always true to you darlin′ in my fashion (my fashion)
Yes, I'm always true to you darlin′ in my way
(True in my way)


There's an oilman known as Tex (big Tex)
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, mean that Tex is here to stay
But I′m always true to you darlin' in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you darlin′ in my way
(In my way)

Every day you rant and rave
Always asking me why
I can′t behave
Tell me, how can you be jealous
When you know, baby, I'm your slave
I′m just mad for you
And I'll always be

But naturally
Just listen to me
My baby, why can′t you see?

From Ohio, Mr. Thorn
Always calls me up from nine until morn
And Thorn once cornered corn
And that ain't hay (no, that ain′t hay)

From Milwaukee, Mr. Fritz
Often moves me to the Ritz
Mr. Fritz is full of Schlitz and full of play (of play)
But I'm true, honey, in my way


Mr. Harris, plutocrat
Wants to give my cheek a pat
And if the Harris pat means a Paris hat
Baby (ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba)
(Ba ba ba ba ba ba baa)

That in my way (oh, baby, you know that I'm true)
Darlin′, in my fashion
Yes, I′m always true to you, darlin', in my way (in my way)

You know I′ll come home to you every day
But I just want to play
(In my way) I'm gonna love you in my way