Lyrics:

Years from now, they will make water from
The reservoirs of our idiot tempers

Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you
Through and through

Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter,
As he walked from room to room
Saying 'Women are winning the tournament of hearts,
Somebody's got to lose...'

Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you.
Through and through.

Years from now, they will make water from
The reservoirs of our idiot tempers

Years from now, they will make water from
The reservoirs of our idiot tempers

Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you
Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you