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
Cos 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
Cos 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
Cos he's not the man for me
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