The Gypsy Song from 1939.
Words and music by Irving Caesar, Irma Hollander, and Gerald Marks.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
A gypsy coming from the market place
Ran right into a pretty face
And you know what that means
Lots of money in his jeans
The girl just in her teens
The scene is Transylvania
Where love is such a mania
The gypsy came from Bucharest
The girl she came from Budapest
Now you can guess the rest
So the wine began to flow
And so did all his dough
They danced a little, drank a little
Danced a little, drank a little
Gypsy played his violin
She sang to him her song of sin
Her head upon his chest
Bright and early dawn
Found the girlie gone
Leaving tipsy gypsy wond’ring why
Love is such a cheat
Love that should be sweet
Leaves and never even says: “Goodbye”
Coda
One thing is certain when you’re flirtin’
You will always come to grief, ye-s
Doctor, lawyer, tinker, tailor
Soldier, sailor, beggarman or thief, ye-s
If there’s a heart within you
You’ll continue ever to be crossed, ye-s
If there is a miss to kiss
You’ll kiss the miss and ever you’ll be lost
Love was ever thus
So why all the fuss?
Gentleman and lady dry your tears
Though your hearts may ache
Young hearts never break
You love and you are fooled thru all the years
And it’s the same in Oklahoma
In Tahiti or Tacoma
Where the ladies are concerned
Here’s the lesson to be learned
Your fingers will be burned
They’ll sing for you and play for you
And turn night into day for you
They get you feeling in the pink
With ev’ry glass of wine you drink
Till you forget to think
And the first thing that you know
You’re looking for your dough
You’re looking for the lady, too
Who didn’t say goodbye to you
The wine goes in, the truth comes out
You wonder what’s it all about
And boy, do you feel blue
So, don’t try to be sweet to ev’ry girl you meet
Or you’ll discover love is such a cheat