Maybe he has sandy hair
Maybe his eyes are brown or blue
Maybe he has a bald or two
But I like men
If he has a gentle way
Then maybe he'll make me feel so frail
Well, that's my favorite kind of male
Cause I like men
I like the masculine
I like the mine
And I like any other kind that I can find
So the way that we feel is not hard to decide
We'll take southern hospitality or northern pride
Maybe he's a millionaire
Or maybe he's poor
I just don't care
Why he can even lose his hair
Cause I like men
They make me feel so young
They make me feel there are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung
And a wonderful fling to be flung
Yes, and I had a man
I had a man
He was a good man
He was a good man
That is, you see, what we mean is
We thought we had a good man
We had the same man
Oh, you never can tell
Yeah
You have to watch them
They, uh, give you fever
When you kiss them fever
When they hold you tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night
Yet it's nice to have a man around the house
Oh, yes
Oh, so nice to have a man around the house
Like Santa
Me is great
Perfect at joy
Murray is wonderful
And Robert, oh boy
Jay is terrific
Philip's supreme
Daddy's the most
And Frank is a dream
And I'm just wild about Harry
And Harry's wild about me
The heavenly blisses of his kisses
Fill me with ecstasy
Charlie, my boy
Oh, Charlie
Oh, Charlie
Oh, Charlie, my boy
You thrill me
You chill me
With shivers of joy
Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny
How you can love
There's Sammy and Pete
Bernie and Fred
Lonnie and Johnny
And Larry and Ted
And Hermie and Dick
Arnie and Wilt
And there once was a guy named Big Bad Bill
A big bad bill
It's sweet with you now
Thank you.
Thank you.
Married life has changed him somehow
Oh, hey
He's the man that they all used to fear
Now the people call him Willie Deer
He was stronger than Samson, I declare
Till a soft-skinned Delilah bobbed his hair
A big bad bill don't fight anymore
Gentle girl
He's the man that they all used to fear
Washes dishes
And he mobs the floor
And he gets the clean juice
He used to spend his evening looking for a fight
Now he's gotta see his mama every night
A big bad bill is sweet with you now
And he's a little overdue, little lady
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home
I cry the whole day long
I'll do the cookin', Willie
I'll pay the rent
I know I've done you wrong
Remember that rainy evening
I drove you out
With nothin' but a fine-toothed car
I know I'm too lazy
But ain't that a cryin' change
Bill Bailey, please come home now
Ain't no time to roam now
And big bad Billy Bailey
Come on home
Hey, Bill
Come on home
Get on home
Come on, Bill
Come on, Bill
Ha, ha, ha
Come on, Bill
Come on, Bill
Come on, Bill
Yeah
Come on, Bill
Come on, Bill