You can have himI don't want himHe's not worth fighting forBesides, there's plenty moreWhere he came fromI don't want himYou can have himI'm givin' him the sackSo he can go right backWhere he came fromI'm afraid I never loved himHe'd be better off with youI could never make him happyAll I ever wanted to do wasRun my fingers through his curly locksMend his clothes and dandy socksFit your slippers and remove his shoesWipe his glasses when he read the newsRub his forehead with a gentle touchMornings after when he had a little too muchKiss him gently when he cuddled nearAnd give him babies one for every yearSo you seeThat you can have himI don't want himI don't want himYou can have himBecause he's not the manThen I'd close the windowsWhile he soundly sleptThen I'd raid the iceboxWhere the food is keptI'd fix him breakfastHe prefers the mostEggs and coffeeAnd some buttered toastAhAhThen I'd go out and buy the papersAnd when they'd been readSpend the balance of the day in bedSo you seeThat you can have himI don't want himI don't want himYou can have himBecause he's not my manI don't want himYou can have himYou can have himI don't want himI don't want himYou can have himBecause he's not the manFor meapplause