Margaret Whiting

Hard Hearted Hannah


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In old Savannah, I said Savannah,
The weather there is nice and warm
The climate’s of the Southern brand,
But here's what I don't understand:
They got a gal there, a pretty gal there,
Who's colder than an Arctic storm,
Got a heart just like a stone,
Even ice men 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 loves to see men suffer
Tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and to 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
Hard hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, G.A.

Outside she’s just as soft as silk
But socially she’s hard as nails
She’s just a gal who hates the males
And when she’s nasty, oh when she’s nasty
She’s about as sweet as sour milk
There’s nothing she likes better than
Feeding poisoned food to a man

They call her hard hearted Hannah,
The vamp of Savannah,
The meanest gal in town;
Talk of your cold, refrigeratin' mamas,
Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas
Tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and to kill 'em,
Is her delight, they say,
An evening spent with Hannah sittin' on your knees,
Is like travelin' through Alaska in your BVDs
Hard hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, G.A.

Now a fella took her riding in his Cadillac
12 miles later he was walking back
Hard hearted Hannah, she’s the vamp of Savannah G.A.