Leaning on a Lamp-Post George Formby

I'm leaning on a lamp, maybe you think, I look a tramp
Or you may think I'm hanging 'round to steal a motor-car
But no I'm not a crook
And if you think, that's what I look
I'll tell you why I'm here
And what my motives are

I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady comes by
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by
I don't know if she'll get away
She doesn't always get away
But anyhow I know that she'll try
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by
There's no other girl I would wait for
But this one I'd break any date
For
I won't have to ask what she's late for
She wouldn't have to leave me
Flat
She's not a girl like that
Oh, she's absolutely wonderful, and marvellous and beautiful
And anyone can understand why
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady passes by