He can
snore like a walrus,
he's blind as a bat,
Have palatosis,
hair on his head like a bat,
Lovely burger,
I won't even mind that,
Just give me old man,
he can't drink this bad, bad whiskey,
till it runs from his core,
fills up the house,
breaks down my front door,
I'll take all my money,
go out and buy him some more,
oh, just give me that man.
I won't stand on formality,
he's the portrait of an age,
just as long as he smiles at me
and keeps himself in shape, I'm his.
What if he was for air,
nose deep in his hair,
both legs broken,
and he's almost dead?
Well, in that case, I'll put him to bed.
Oh, just give me that man.
I won't turn up my nose again
He's what you might call a jerk
Don't care what his manners are
As long as he don't shirk night work
I've prayed me for a Joe Louis
Or just a five -by -five
Got down on my knees for a honey,
me dead or alive.
But if he comes here funny,
I'll help him to the jazz.
Oh, just give me that man.
Now I'm asking for a little,
And hope I get a lot.
It's foolish to put two feet
In a great big stewing pot.
But for heaven's sake give me something
To take care of what I've got.
Oh, just give me a man,
if you please, just give me that man!