Lyrics: 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 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

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 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
Talk about your cold, refrigerated mamas
Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas

To tease 'em and thrill 'em
To torture then kill 'em is her delight they say
An evening spent with Hannah sitting on your knees
Is like traveling through Alaska in your BVD's

She's Hard-Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA
They call her Hard-Hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah, GA