I Got A Guy   Chick Webb & his Orchestra   v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937)      I got a guy   He don't dress me in sable   He looks nothing like Gable   But he's mine   And I think he's too divine   I got a guy   When he starts into pet me   He's the sauce on spaghetti   He's the kind that you can't keep off you mind   I got a guy   And he's tough   He's just a gem in the rough   But when I polish him up   I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire   I'm riding high   'Cos I'm happy and carefree   There is nothing can scare me   'Cos I got a guy      I got a guy   And he's tough   He's just a gem in the rough   But when I polish him up   I swear, he'll be a Tiffany solitaire   I'm riding high   'Cos I'm happy and carefree   There is nothing can scare me   'Cos I got a guy