Lyrics

A man's got a heart, hasn't he Joking apart, hasn't he And though I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint I'm reviewing the situation Can a fellow be a villain all his life All the trials and tribulation Better settle down and make myself a wife And a wife would cook and sew for him And come for him, and go for him And go for him and nag at him The fingers I will wag at him The money will take from him A misery, I'll make from him I think I'd better think it out again! A wife you can keep, anyway I'd rather sleep, anyway Left without anyone in the world And I'm starting from now So how to win friends and to influence people So how? I'm reviewing the situation I must quickly look up everyone I know Titled people, with a station Who can help me make a real impressive show I will own a suite at Claridges And run a fleet of carriages And wave at all the duchesses With friendliness, as much as is Befitting of my new estate "Good morrow to you, magistrate" I think I'd better think it out again I'm reviewing the situation I'm a bad one and a bad one I shall stay You'll be seeing no transformation But it's wrong to be a rogue in every way And I don't want nobody hurt for me Or made to do the dirt for me This rotten life is not for me It's getting far too hot for me There is no inbetween for me But who will change the scene for me I think I'd better think it out again
Writer(s): Lionel Bart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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