"The Worst Kind Of Man" lyrics
[John Ireland:]
They play other people's music at Nick's now, not ours
Our music always needed two to be heard
And if the loudest drum sounded to us like a love song
Well, that's the way it was, and that's the way it should be
I remember so well when we were first in love
And how jealous I was of anything that would separate us
Even for a little while
It seemed like you were always shopping, or at the beauty parlor
Or having one of those endless lunches with the girls
I often wondered what you all talked about that kept you so long
[Judy Garland:]
When a bunch of girls get together for a date in town
It always starts with brunch, formerly known as lunch
And we talk about clothes, and men
The new Broadway shows, and men
We talk about the scandalous books we've read
And the cute thing somebody's baby said
But we always go back to men
Again, and again, and again
The worst kind of man
Some girls will tell you is the kind that drinks too much at parties
Does boring imitations
Wear a lampshade for a hat
And when he gets tired of that
He tells dirty stories, then passes out in the morning glories
I agree, he wouldn't be the man for me
The worst kind of man in one girl's opinion
Is a man who's in his early fifties
But thinks he's Casanova
All his clothes are Ivy League
And he loves the gay intrigue
He has a lusty hunger
Only for girls that are thirty years younger
I agree, he wouldn't be the man for me
But still, when it's Saturday night
And there's no one to take you to the dance
You look through your little black book
Let's see, no not him
Look through your little black book
Oh, those jokes, I couldn't stand it
Once more through your little black book
Well I guess he'll have to do
What's the use of talkin?
The worst kind of ridin' beats the best kind of walkin'
So take it from me, don't be too choosy
He may be duller than cotton stockings
And drives a '41 Chevy
And though his jokes are stale, he's breathing and he's male!
What the heck, if he's at your beck and call
You'll find the worst kind of man
Is much better than
No man, no man, no man at all
They play other people's music at Nick's now, not ours
Our music always needed two to be heard
And if the loudest drum sounded to us like a love song
Well, that's the way it was, and that's the way it should be
I remember so well when we were first in love
And how jealous I was of anything that would separate us
Even for a little while
It seemed like you were always shopping, or at the beauty parlor
Or having one of those endless lunches with the girls
I often wondered what you all talked about that kept you so long
[Judy Garland:]
When a bunch of girls get together for a date in town
It always starts with brunch, formerly known as lunch
And we talk about clothes, and men
The new Broadway shows, and men
We talk about the scandalous books we've read
And the cute thing somebody's baby said
But we always go back to men
Again, and again, and again
The worst kind of man
Some girls will tell you is the kind that drinks too much at parties
Does boring imitations
Wear a lampshade for a hat
And when he gets tired of that
He tells dirty stories, then passes out in the morning glories
I agree, he wouldn't be the man for me
The worst kind of man in one girl's opinion
Is a man who's in his early fifties
But thinks he's Casanova
All his clothes are Ivy League
And he loves the gay intrigue
He has a lusty hunger
Only for girls that are thirty years younger
I agree, he wouldn't be the man for me
But still, when it's Saturday night
And there's no one to take you to the dance
You look through your little black book
Let's see, no not him
Look through your little black book
Oh, those jokes, I couldn't stand it
Once more through your little black book
Well I guess he'll have to do
What's the use of talkin?
The worst kind of ridin' beats the best kind of walkin'
So take it from me, don't be too choosy
He may be duller than cotton stockings
And drives a '41 Chevy
And though his jokes are stale, he's breathing and he's male!
What the heck, if he's at your beck and call
You'll find the worst kind of man
Is much better than
No man, no man, no man at all
