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Lyrics
In old Savannah, I said, Sa-van-nah,
the weather there is nice and warm;
the climate's of the southern brand,
but here's what I don't understand;
They've 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
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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!
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 pourin' water on a drowning man,
She's Hard-Hearted Hannnah, The Vamp Of Savannah, G.A
They call her Hard Hearted Hannah, The Vamp Of Savannah.
The meanest gal in town;
Talk of your cold, refrigerating Mamas,
Brother she's the Polar bear's pajamas!
To tease'em and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em,
An evening spent with Hannah sitting on your knees
is like trav'ling thru Alaska in your B.V.Ds.
She's Hard-Hearted Hannnah, The Vamp Of Savannah, G.A
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