Carol, let me tell you what I heard about a man todayHe didn't come home from work and he went awayTill he came to a city bright in the night time like dayThere they say he met up with some women dressed in yellow and scarletTheir warm lips like a honeycombDripped with honeyAnd something about the smell of strange perfumeMade him feel warm and not aloneYes, Carol, a man will do that sometimes on his ownSometimesWhen he's lonelyI believe a man might do thatSometimes out of spiteBut Carol, a man will do that alwaysWhen he's treated bad at homeYes, Carol, a man will do that sometimes on his ownAnd sometimes when he's lonelyAnd I believe a man might do that sometimes out of spiteBut Carol, a man will do that alwaysWhen he's treated bad at homeBut Carol, a man will do that always out of spite