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: Si, si 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? 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 The lady in the tutti-frutti hat! Brazilian senhoritas, they are sweet and shy They dance and play together when the sun is high But when the tropic moon is in the sky, ay, ay! They have a different kind of time And even I forget the 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 The lady in the tutti-frutti hat!