Just a Gigolo (Live at Mister Kelly's, Chicago, 1957)

Just a gigolo, Everywhere I go, People know the part I'm playing. Paid for every dance, Selling each romance, Every night some heart betraying. There will come a day, Youth will pass away, Then, what will they say about me? When the end comes I know They'll say "Just a gigolo," As life goes on without me. I ai't got nobody I'm so sad and lonely Nobody cares for me"