I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out a My Head - Ella Fitzgerald, Gordon Jenkins

I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair

I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair

I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair

And send him on his way

I’m gonna wave that man right outta my arms

I’m gonna wave that man right outta my arms

I’m gonna wave that man right outta my arms

And send him on his way

Don’t try to patch it up Tear it up, tear it up Wash him out, dry him out

Push him out, fly him out

Cancel him and let him go Yea, sister

I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair

I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair

I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair

And send him on his way

If a man don’t understand you

If you fly on separate beams

Waste no time, make a change

Ride that man right off your range

Rub him out of the roll call

And drum him out of your dreams

Oho, if you laugh at different comics

If you root for different teams

Waste no time, weep no more

Show him what the door is for

Rub him out of the roll call

And drum him out of your dreams

You can’t light a fire when the woods are wet

No You can’t make a butterfly strong

Hmm, hmm

You can’t fix an egg when it ain’t quite good

And you can’t fix a man when he’s wrong

You can’t put back a petal when it falls from a flower

Or sweeten up a fellow when he starts turnin' sour

Oh no, oh no If his eyes get dull and fishy

When you look for glints and gleams

Waste no time

Make a switch

Drop him in the nearest ditch

Rub him out of the roll call

And drum him out of your dreams

Oho, oho

I went to wash that man right outta my hair

I went to wash that man right outta my hair

I went to wash that man right outta my hair

And sent him on his way

She went to wash that man right outta my hair

She went to wash that man right outta my hair

She went to wash that man right outta my hair

And send him on his way