Since
first you blew in like
a poisonous breeze,
I often have wondered,
what gentlemen all seem to hold
on their knees
the moment that you appear.
Your fetching physique
is hardly unique.
You're mentally not so hot.
You'll never win laurels
because of your morals.
But I'll tell you what you've got.
You've got that thing.
You've got that thing.
That thing that makes birds
forget to sing.
Yes, you've got that thing.
That certain thing.
You've got that charm,
that subtle charm,
that makes young farmers
deserve the farm because you've got that thing,
that certain thing.
You've got what Adam craved
when he with love for Eve was tortured.
She only had an apple tree,
but you, you've got an orchard.
You've got those wells,
those taking wells,
that make me rush off to Cartier
for a wedding ring.
Oh, you've got that thing.
Oh, you've got that thing.
You've got that thing.
That thing that makes
birds forget to sing.
Oh yes, oh, you've got that thing.
Sure.
That certain thing.
You know what I mean, don't you?
Oh, you've got that charm.
That subtle charm.
That makes young farmers
desert the farm.
Of course, you've got that thing.
That certain thing.
Oh, listen.
You've got, you've
got what Adam craved
when he, with love for Eve,
was tortured.
She only had an apple tree, eh?
But you, oh, you've got an
orchard.
Oh, you've got those weds.
Those little faking weds
that make me rush out to
Cartier's for a wedding ring.
Oh, baby, you've got that thing!