I don't want him, you can have him
He's not worth fighting for
Besides there's plenty more where he came from
I don't want him, you can have him
I'm giving him the sack
And he can go right back where he came from
I'm afraid I never loved him
Sweetie, he'd be better off with you
I could never make him happy.
All I ever wanted to do was
run my fingers through his curly locks,
mend his underwear and darn his socks,
fetch his slippers and remove his shoes,
wipe his glasses when he's read the news,
rub his forehead with a gentle touch,
mornings after when he's had a little too much
kiss him gently when he cuddles near,
and give him babies, one for every year.
So you see that I don't want him, you can have him
You can have him, 'cause I don't want him
Because he's not the man for me
Then I'd close the window while he soundly slept
Then I'd raid the icebox where the food is kept
I'd fix the breakfast that would please him most:
Eggs and coffee, some apricot juice and some buttered toast
Oh, oh, then I'd go out and buy the papers
And when they've been read spend the balance of the day in bed.
So you see that I don't want him, you can have him
You can have him, 'cause I don't want him, because he's not my man
I don't want him, you can have him, you can have him, I don't want him
You can have him, I don't want him, 'cause he's not the man for me.