What Does a Woman See in a Man Harry Nilsson

[Verse 1]
He stinks to high heaven, half covered with hair
And grunts like some old orangutan
While she smells of clean skin and a taste of jasmine
And speaks like a first rate librarian

His stomach hangs out, there's a hump on his back
And he eats like Conan the Barbarian
While she keeps herself trim, and her posture is prim
And her manners quite cosmopolitan

He laughs like a donkey and he falls into bed
And flips cigarettes in the can
But she'll always act nice, with no visible vice
Tell me, what does a woman see in a man?

[Verse 2]
He hangs out in bars and he tells stupid jokes
And seems to think he's a comedian
But she's clever and polite, stays sober all night
And sips on her one Presbyterian

He drives a gas hog like Attila the Hun
And woe to the luckless pedestrian
While she prefers bikes and bird-watching hikes
And sailing and riding equestrian