I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair

Liz Callaway - Pop, Musicals
I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair
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Duration: 3:38
Lyrics
[Chorus] I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair And send him on his way I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms And send him on his way [Bridge] Don't try to patch it up, uh uh Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up, girl Wash him out, dry him out Push him out, fly him out Cancel him and let him go (Yeah, sister) [Chorus] I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair And send him on his way (Away, away, away) [Verse 1] If a man don't understand you If you fly on separate beams Waste no time, make a change Ride that man right off your range Rub him out of the roll call And drum him out of your dreams [Verse 2] If you laugh at different comics (Ha ha!) If you root for different teams (Go, Mets!) Waste no time (Weep no more) Show him what the door is for Rub him out of the roll call And drum him out of your dreams [Chorus] I'm gonna wash— I'm gonna wash that man— I'm gonna wash that man, right— Right outta my hair [Bridge] Don't try to patch it up No, no, no, no, no, no, no Cancel him and let him go (Let him go) Let him go (Go, go, go) [Chorus] I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair I'm gonna wash him right outta my hair And send him, sеnd him on his way [Outro] Who can explain it, who can tell you why? But the fеlla's not such a wonderful guy You're younger than springtime, the guy won't be missed Don't be a cockeyed masochist (Send him away) And if you still see this guy as a bright canary Sit yourself down with a Bloody Mary Send him a cable, send him a line Don't cry, "Oh, this nearly was mine!" The stock ain't happy, what's done is done Find yourself a brand new honey-bun Now that you can carefully talk to win the game You'll show him there's nothing like a dame (Yeah) Lather, rinse, repeat! (Got it) Once you have found him Send him on his— Send him on his way Yeah!
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Rodgers
- Oscar Hammerstein II