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Hey, fellas, yes, you, fellas, listen to me, i got something to tell you
And i want you to listen to every word and govern yourselves accordingly

Now, you see these girls with these fine diamonds, fine furs and fine clothes
Well, theyre looking for a husband and youre listening to a man who knows
They aint foolin, and if you fool around with them
Youre gonna get yourself in a schoolin

Listen, if she saves you dough, and wont go to the show
Beware
If shes easy to kiss and wont resist
Beware

And if you go for a walk, and she listens while you talk
Shes tryin to hook you

And nobodys lookin and she asks you to taste her cookin
Dont do it, dont do it
And if you go to a show and she wants to sit in the back row
Bring her down front, bring her right down front

If you wanna go for a snack, and she wants to sit in the booth in the back
Beware

And listen, if shes used to caviar and fine silk
When you go out with her she wanna a hot dog and a malted milk
Shes trying to get you

If youre used to goin to carnegie hall, but when you take her out night clubing
All she wants is one meatball
You better take it easy

If she grabs your hand and says, darling, youre such a nice man
Beware, im telling you

(Should i tell them no more?)
(Tell them everything)

You better listen to me cause im telling you whats being put down
You better pick up on it

If her sister calls your brother, you better get further
Im telling you, you better watch it

And if shes acting kind of wild, and she says, darling, give me a trial
Dont you do it, dont be weak, dont give it to her
And if she smiles in your face and just melts into place
Let her melt, forget it, let her melt

(Should i tell them no more?)
(Tell them everything)

Now listen, if she calls you up on the phone, and says,
Darling, are you all alone?
Tell her, no, no, ive got two, three women with me

Dont pay no attention to women
Stand up for your right, be a man, be a man

(Are you listening?)
If you turn out the lights and she dont fight
Thats the end, its too late
Shes got you hooked, you might as well stick with her

(Should i tell them no more?)

If you get home about two and dont know what to do
You pull back the curtains, and the whole familys looking at you
Get your business straight
Set the date, dont be late

Brother, beware, beware, beware
Brother, you better beware

I met a fine beautician, in a very fine condition
She was long and lean, and you know what that means
She’s a good lovin’ mama, a hard workin’ woman
She makes a lot of money, I don’t have to worry about a thing
She works hard all day, dressin’ hair
Man you can bet, I want to get somewhere
With my good lovin’ mama, my hard workin’ woman
She makes a lot of money, I don’t have a worry about a thing
I meet the finest woman, from everywhere
Because my baby, dress their hair
I’ll be her lover boy, she treats me like a king
She makes a lot of money, don’t have to worry about a thing
Yes, she keeps her hair, so neat and fine
And every pound of her is mine
I’ll be her lover boy, I’ll be happy as a king
She makes a lot of money, don’t have to worry about a thing

Yes, be careful with a fool, ’cause someday he may get smart
Yes, be careful with a fool, ’cause someday he may get smart
Yes, he’ll treat you so cold and chilly, it will hurt you to your hurt
I hate to remember how foolish I used to be
I hate to remember how foolish I used to be
Well, you know the way I used to love you, baby, and how bad you treated me
I used to cry about you baby and walk the streets late at night
I used to cry about you baby and walk the streets late at night
Yes, if you love me a little bit, baby, why don’t you treat me half way right?
It’s finally over, baby, babe, I know this is the end
It’s finally over, baby, babe, I know this is the end
I’ve got you off of my mind, woman and I’ve started over again

I want to go home but I ain’t got sufficient clothes
Doggone my bad luck soul
I ain’t got no money and my job’s done closed
I would call that old woman but I’m afraid that she may explode
My wife done quit me, my girlfriend too
Doggone my bad luck soul
I ain’t got nobody and I don’t know what to do
They say things will get better but I don’t believe it’s true
I thought I had friends but they all disappeared
Doggone bad luck soul
Everything I do people, everything I do seems to be wrong
It wouldn’t be so bad if I knew I had a home

Avec ma gueule de métèque
De Juif errant, de pâtre grec
Et mes cheveux aux quatre vents
Avec mes yeux tout délavés
Qui me donnent l’air de rêver
Moi qui ne rêve plus souvent
Avec mes mains de maraudeur
De musicien et de rôdeur
Qui ont pillé tant de jardins
Avec ma bouche qui a bu
Qui a embrassé et mordu
Sans jamais assouvir sa faim

Bu akşam çok efkarlıyım
Kalbim neden kan ağlıyor
Bunu bir bilsen sevgilim
Güneş solgun gündüz gece
İçimde sen bir bilmece
Izdırabı heceliyor

Sensiz yalnız sensiz içim
Gözyaşlarım yağmur gibi
Yanağımı ıslatıyor
Kollarım bekliyor seni
Öpsem öpsem ellerini
Yine de sana hasretim

Dudaklarımda bir ateş
Avuçlarımda alevsin
Sensiz yalnız sensiz içim
İlahımsın sevdiğimsin
Sen benim herşeyimsin

Avec ma gueule de métèque
De Juif errant, de pâtre grec
Et mes cheveux aux quatre vents
Je viendrai, ma douce captive
Mon âme s¶ur, ma source vive
Je viendrai boire tes vingt ans
Et je serai prince de sang
Rêveur ou bien adolescent
Comme il te plaira de choisir
Et nous ferons de chaque jour
Toute une éternité d’amour
Que nous vivrons à en mourir

Et nous ferons de chaque jour
Toute une éternité d’amour
Que nous vivrons à en mourir