Harry Nilsson — What Does a Woman See in a Man

[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 He's got a name like Duane or Leroy Hers is Vanessa or Anne Hers sounds like a song but Duane is all wrong Tell me, what does a woman see in a man? [Bridge] Doesn't she know that she's unique Doesn't she see that he's just a freak of nature Overbearing, insecure Wanting love but so unsure Loving her because she's pure [Verse 3] Yet, dreaming of orgies in Vegas or Cannes He preens and strikes poses Olympian She shoulders the cross and lets him play boss His nurse and long-suffering Samaritan He brags about knocking the world on its ass But oh, when it hits the fan She'll bail him out, of that there's no doubt She holds the secret of life in her hand What does a woman see (What does a woman see) In a man?