He Loves It Songtext
von Eddie Cantor

Fools there were
Fools there are
Fools there′ll always be
But the greatest fool of all, you see
Has the flat across the hall from me
Married? Yes
Happiness
Took one look and went
I declare
He's a bear
For punishment


She hits him on the chin
Ev′ry time he comes in
And he loves it
How he loves it
He's the perfect fool there was
Stands for ev'ry thing she does
She waits for Saturday just to capture his pay
And he loves it
I vow
He makes it, that ends it
She takes it and spends it
Oh, boy, and how

Buys herself the most expensive hose
Has to have the latest Paris clothes
Takes another feller to a dance
He stays home with patches in his pants
Well, folks, you′ve never heard her
She gets away with murder
I′d like to put him wise
But he's one of those guys
He loves it, that′s all

She hits him with a plate
If he's one minute late
And he loves it
How he loves it
He′s the perfect fool there was
Stands for ev'ry thing she does


She bakes an apple pie
That would kill any guy
But he loves it
I vow
She takes it and cooks it
He eats it and looks it
Oh, boy, and how

Cooks herself a chicken fricassee
Says "My dear, there′s just enough for me"
Then invites a half a dozen chaps
After dinner he gets all the scraps
Oh, gee, what that guy stands for
What has a man got hands for
I'd like to put him wise
But he's one of those guys
He loves it, that′s all