Song | You Can Have Him |
Artist | Ella Fitzgerald |
Album | Ella Fitzgerald Sings The Irving Berlin Song Book |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Irving Berlin Music:Irving Berlin Arranger:Paul Weston | |
[Maizie:] | |
You can have him | |
I don't want him | |
He's not worth fighting for | |
Besides there's plenty more where he came from | |
I don't want him | |
You can have 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 thru his curly locks | |
Mend his underwear and darn his socks | |
Fetch 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 too much | |
Kiss him gently when he cuddled near | |
Give him babies one for ev'ry year, so you see | |
I don't want him, you can have him | |
You can have him, I don't want him | |
For he's not the man for me | |
[Monique:] | |
You can have him | |
I don't want him | |
He's not worth fighting for | |
Besides there's plenty more where he came from | |
I don't want him | |
You can have him | |
He isn't my concern | |
And he can just return where he came from | |
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 | |
Raid the icebox where the food is kept | |
Cook a breakfast that would please him most | |
Eggs and coffee and some buttered toast | |
Wake him gently with a breakfast tray | |
After breakfast clear the things away | |
Bring the papers and when they've been read | |
Spend the balance of the day in bed, so you see | |
I don't want him, you can have him | |
You can have him, I don't want him | |
For he's not the man for me |
Lyrics: Irving Berlin Music: Irving Berlin Arranger: Paul Weston | |
Maizie: | |
You can have him | |
I don' t want him | |
He' s not worth fighting for | |
Besides there' s plenty more where he came from | |
I don' t want him | |
You can have 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 thru his curly locks | |
Mend his underwear and darn his socks | |
Fetch 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 too much | |
Kiss him gently when he cuddled near | |
Give him babies one for ev' ry year, so you see | |
I don' t want him, you can have him | |
You can have him, I don' t want him | |
For he' s not the man for me | |
Monique: | |
You can have him | |
I don' t want him | |
He' s not worth fighting for | |
Besides there' s plenty more where he came from | |
I don' t want him | |
You can have him | |
He isn' t my concern | |
And he can just return where he came from | |
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 | |
Raid the icebox where the food is kept | |
Cook a breakfast that would please him most | |
Eggs and coffee and some buttered toast | |
Wake him gently with a breakfast tray | |
After breakfast clear the things away | |
Bring the papers and when they' ve been read | |
Spend the balance of the day in bed, so you see | |
I don' t want him, you can have him | |
You can have him, I don' t want him | |
For he' s not the man for me |
Lyrics: Irving Berlin Music: Irving Berlin Arranger: Paul Weston | |
Maizie: | |
You can have him | |
I don' t want him | |
He' s not worth fighting for | |
Besides there' s plenty more where he came from | |
I don' t want him | |
You can have 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 thru his curly locks | |
Mend his underwear and darn his socks | |
Fetch 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 too much | |
Kiss him gently when he cuddled near | |
Give him babies one for ev' ry year, so you see | |
I don' t want him, you can have him | |
You can have him, I don' t want him | |
For he' s not the man for me | |
Monique: | |
You can have him | |
I don' t want him | |
He' s not worth fighting for | |
Besides there' s plenty more where he came from | |
I don' t want him | |
You can have him | |
He isn' t my concern | |
And he can just return where he came from | |
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 | |
Raid the icebox where the food is kept | |
Cook a breakfast that would please him most | |
Eggs and coffee and some buttered toast | |
Wake him gently with a breakfast tray | |
After breakfast clear the things away | |
Bring the papers and when they' ve been read | |
Spend the balance of the day in bed, so you see | |
I don' t want him, you can have him | |
You can have him, I don' t want him | |
For he' s not the man for me |