You can have him, I don't want 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 givin' him the sack   So he can go right back, where he came from   I'm afraid I never loved him   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 clothing, darn his socks     (Live at The Pigalle: Mend his underware and darn his socks)  Fetch his slippers and remove his shoes   Wipe his glasses when he read the news   Rub his forehead with a gentle touch   Mornings after when he had a little to much   Kiss him gently when he cuddled near   And give him babies one for every year   So you see   That you can have him, I don't want him   I don't want him, you can have him   Because he's not the man for me     Then I close the windows while he soundly slept   Then I brayed the icebox where the food is kept   I'd fix him breakfast that would please him most     (Live at Talk Of The Town: I'd fix him breakfast he prefers the most)  Eggs and coffee and some buttered toast   ... (crying)  Then I go out and buy the papers   And when they've been read   Spend the balance of the day in bed   So you see   That you can have him, I don't want him   I don't want him, you can have 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   I don't want him, you can have him   Because he's not the man for me   (transcribed by Roman and David )