Ain't knocking on our women folk
I love them good as you
But women is mighty funny
And we all know that is true
It's riding on the subway train
Or walking along the streets
These things that women wear for hats
Has really got me beat
Some wind around like serpents
Some looks like ice-cream cones
Some look like victory gardens
A-growing on their dome
Some look like grocery baskets
And some look like paper sacks
I can't tell if she's going out
Or if she's coming back
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One will have a feather
Ten feet in the sky
With 20 yards of fishing net
That falls into her eyes
A half a dozen mousetraps
Just above her ear
And 19 yards of boat sail
A flying in the rear
I sat down on a curb stone
And made this little song
You know that I'm right
But I could be partly wrong
We love our women tenderly
And weakness we all got that
But you can sell a woman any old thing
If you tell her it's a hat
But you can sell a woman any old thing
If you tell her it's a hat