You can have him, I don't want him He's not worth fighting for Besides there're plenty more where he came from
You can have him, I don't want him I'm giving him the sack And he can go right back where he came from
I could never make him happy He'd be better off with you I'm afraid I never loved him All I ever wanted to do was
Run my fingers through his curly locks I'd even mend his underwear and darn his socks Bring his slippers and remove his shoes Wipe his glasses when he read the news
Rub his forehead with a gentle touch Mornings after when he's had a little too much Kiss him gently when he cuddles near And give him babies one for every year
So you see You can have him, I don't want him I don't want him, you can have him For he's not the man for me
I would look a trifle silly Taking him away from you That was never my intention All I ever wanted to do was
Close the window while he soundly slept And then I'd raid the icebox where the food is kept And I'd fix a breakfast that would please him most Ham and eggs and coffee and he's fond of apple butter on toast
I'd wake him gently with a breakfast tray After breakfast I'd clear the things away Then I'd get the newspapers and when they've been read We'd spend the balance of the day in bed
So you see You can have him, I don't want him If you can get him, you can have him For he's not, no, he's not the man for me