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[Narration: John Ireland] They play other people's music at Nick's now, not ours Our music always needed two to be heard And if the loudest drum sounded to us like a love song Well, that's the way it was, and that's the way it should be I remember so well when we were first in love And how jealous I was of anything that would separate us Even for a little while It seemed like you were always shopping, or at the beauty parlor Or having one of those endless lunches with the girls I often wondered what you all talked about that kept you so long [Judy Garland] When a bunch of girls get together for a date in town It always starts with brunch, formerly known as lunch And we talk about clothes, and men The new Broadway shows, and men We talk about the scandalous books we've read And the cute thing somebody's baby said But we always go back to men Again, and again, and again The worst kind of man Some girls will tell you is the kind that drinks too much at parties Does boring imitations Wear a lampshade for a hat And when he gets tired of that He tells dirty stories, then passes out in the morning glories I agree, he wouldn't be the man for me The worst kind of man in one girl's opinion Is a man who's in his early fifties But thinks he's Casanova All his clothes are Ivy League And he loves the gay intrigue He has a lusty hunger Only for girls that are thirty years younger I agree, he wouldn't be the man for me But still, when it's Saturday night And there's no one to take you to the dance You look through your little black book Let's see, no not him Look through your little black book Oh, those jokes, I couldn't stand it Once more through your little black book Well I guess he'll have to do What's the use of talkin? The worst kind of ridin' beats the best kind of walkin' So take it from me, don't be too choosy He may be duller than cotton stockings And drives a '41 Chevy And though his jokes are stale, he's breathing and he's male! What the heck, if he's at your beck and call You'll find the worst kind of man Is much better than No man, no man, no man at all