Listen, listen everybody, listen.
There's one thing that a woman
can't do without.
And that's a man.
There's one thing keeps
a woman always in doubt.
An d that's a man.
Now I'm no exception to the rule.
I know they say that I'm a fool,
but there's one thing that I'm
simply crazy about,
and that's my man.
He's not good -looking,
not handsome at all.
I couldn't tell you how he made me fall.
Nothing to him, but still and all,
he's a good man to have around.
He's not a stepper, can't even walk.
In conversation, he stammers and hawks.
Poor little sweet man, with all his faults,
he's a good man to have around.
And at times when I fly off my knees,
though this minute I soar,
but if he did, I would
die without him.
He's not exactly my idea
of the perfect lover from heaven above.
But what's the difference,
the man you love
is a good man to have around.
You wouldn't like him,
he's nothing to show.
Not to be trusted, I learned long ago.
Just good for nothing, but I don't know,
he's a good man to have around.
When dinner's over,
I corn and he's gone.
I hear him speaking a log about gone.
I don't say nothing,
cause from then on,
He's a good man to have around.
And every time he stops to growl,
I don't care if I live.
But he knows how to make
me forgive him.
fought a revival, I don't mean for fun
I ought to shoot him
for things that he's done
But I can't pull the trigger,
the son of a gun
Is a good man to have around