A Hymn To Him 歌詞
A Hymn To Him - Rex Harrison
What in all of heaven could've promted her to go
After such a triumph as the ball
What could've depressed her;
What could've possessed her
I cannot understand the wretch at all
Women are irrational that's all there is to that
There heads are full of cotton hay and rags
They're nothing but exasperating irritating
Vacillating calculating agitating
Maddening and infuriating hags
Pickering why can't a woman be more like a man
Hmm
Yes
Why can't a woman be more like a man
Men are so honest so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble historic'ly fair;
Who when you win will always give your back a pat
Well why can't a woman be like that
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do
Can't a woman learn to use her head
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do
Why don't they grow up- well like their father instead
Why can't a woman take after a man
Men are so pleasant so easy to please;
Whenever you are with them you're always at ease
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours
Of course not
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two
Nonsense
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers
Never
Well why can't a woman be like you
One man in a million may shout a bit
Now and then there's one with slight defects;
One perhaps whose truthfulness you doubt a bit
But by and large we are a marvelous sex
Why can't a woman take after like a man
Cause men are so friendly good natured and kind
A better companion you never will find
If I were hours late for dinner would you bellow
Of course not
If I forgot your silly birthday would you fuss
Nonsense
Would you complain if I took out another fellow
Never
Well why can't a woman be like us
Mrs Pearce you're a woman
Why can't a woman be more like a man
Men are so decent such regular chaps
Ready to help you through any mishaps
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum
Why can't a woman be a chum
Why is thinking something women never do
Why is logic never even tried
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside
Why can't a woman behave like a man
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing
And carry on as if my home were in a tree
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going
Why can't a woman be like me