Hymn to Him Nat "King" Cole

[Intro: Nat King Cole]
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating
Vacillating, calculating, agitating
Maddening and infuriating hags

Figuring, why can't a woman be more like a man?

[Verse 1 Nat King Cole]
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square
Eternally noble, historically fair
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat
Well, why can't a woman be like that?

Why does everyone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do evеrything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up likе their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please
Whenever you are with them, they're always at ease

[Verse 2: Nat King Cole & Male]
Now would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?
Of course not
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
Nonsense
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
Never
Well, why can't a woman be like you?