| Lyrics: | Now there's a man, the living tool of Satan
He charges forth while others are
debating
Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings
I know one thing will trim him down
— women.
In women he meets deep authority,
In them he feels his old
dependency.
He sniggers at the Good Book, mocks the priss and prim,
Does anything
for pay if it will pay
And since he knows what ladies do to him
He thrusts them well out of
his way.
All through the day he swears
He's self denying, then dusk descends
And once
again he's lying.
They're all the same in meeting love's confusion
Poor noble souls get
blotted in illusion
The one who swore he could escape the clinches
Who is it that entangles
him, wenches
It fain resists their lush authority
Before him stands his old
dependency.
He harked the ten Commandments
Trod the tried and true, would godly be
and Golden Rule obey.
For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two,
Survived on one pure thought a
day.
He screamed, |
