Lletres: Stacey Kent. Breakfast On The Morning Tram. Hard Hearted Hannah.
In old Savannah
I said Savannah
The weather there is nice and warm
The climate?s of a southern brand
But here?s what I don?t understand
They got a gal there
A pretty gal there
Who?s colder than an artic storm
Got a heart just like a stone
Even icemen leave her alone
They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah
The Vamp of Savannah
The meanest gal in town
Leather is tough, but Hannah?s heart is tougher
She?s a gal who likes to see men suffer
To tease ?em and thrill ?em
To torture and kill ?em
Is her delight they say
I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan
There was Hannah pouring water on a drowning man
She?s Hard-Hearted Hannah
The Vamp of Savannah, GA
They got a gal there
A pretty gal there
Who?s colder than an artic storm
Got a heart just like a stone
Even icemen leave her alone
They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah
The Vamp of Savannah
The meanest gal in town
Talk about you cold, refrigerated mamas
Brother, she?s a polar bear?s pajamas
To tease ?em and thrill ?em
To torture and kill ?em
Is her delight they say
An evening spent with Hannah sitting on your knees
Is like traveling through Alaska in you BVD?s
She?s Hard-Hearted Hannah
The Vamp of Savannah, GA
They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah
The Vamp of Savannah
(Thanks to Nicole for these lyrics)
Breakfast On The Morning T
Stacey Kent