I wonder why does ev'rybody look at me
And then begin to talk about a Christmas tree?
I hope that means that ev'ryone is glad to see
The lady in the tutti-frutti hat

The gentlemen, they want to make me say, "S, s"
But I don't tell them that, I tell them, "Yes, sir-ee!"
And maybe that is why they come for dates to me
The lady in the tutti-frutti hat

Some people say I dress too gay
But ev'ry day, I feel so gay
And when I'm gay, I dress that way
Is something wrong with that?

Now...
Americanos tell me that my hat is high
Because I will not take it off to kiss a guy
But if I ever start to take it off, ay, ay!
Ay, ay!
I do that once for Johnny Smith
And he is very happy with
The lady in the tutti-frutti hat

(Some people say you dress too gay
But ev'ry day, you feel so gay
And when you're gay, you dress that way
Is something wrong with that?)

INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE

But still, seoritas, they are sweet and shy
They dance and play together when the sun is high
But when the tropical moon is in the sky, ay, ay
Ay, ay!
They have a different kind of time
And even I forget this time
The lady in the tutti-frutti hat

Americanos tell me that my hat is high
Because I will not take it off to kiss a guy
But if I ever start to take it off, ay, ay!
I do that once for Johnny Smith
And he is very happy with
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