The Measure of a Man Songtext
von Gino Vannelli

Oh no, you can′t judge a man by the color of his skin
You can't rate his cool by the scruff on his chin
Don′t know what makes him tick by the Rolex on his wrist
But you can judge a man, yeah

(By the woman he's with) Uh-huh
(By the woman he's with) That′s why I say
You know the measure of a man
Just how tall he stands
By the woman he′s with

Thing is, she had too much Tanqueray
And did a rumba dance for me
Though my eyes went bug, my heart could not agree
Well, the next thing you know, dude's coming at me with a stick
Oh, you can judge a man


(By the woman he′s with) Say it again
(By the woman he's with) Uh-huh
You know the measure of a man
Just how tall he stands
You know the size of his stones
Just what kind of backbone
By the woman he′s with
(By the woman he's with) Yeah, yeah

Her eyes are the window to his soul
And by the looks of it, she′s swallowed him whole
The mere thought of her makes his knees weak
When he opens his mouth, it is her I hear speak
Even now, I hear her speak

Oh no, I really don't get this cold war that I'm in
There′s a knife in my back where my good friend has been
She′s the moon, he's the sun, and I am under an eclipse
Yeah, you can judge a man
You know the measure of a man


(By the woman he′s with) Say it again
(By the woman he's with) Uh-huh
You know the measure of a man
Just how tall he stands
You know the size of his stones
Just what kind of backbone, yeah
(By the woman he′s with) By the woman he's with
(By the woman he′s with) Uh-huh
(You know the measure of a man) You know the measure of a man
(You know the size of his stones) You know the size of his stones
By the woman he's with
(By the woman he's with) You know the measure of a man
By the woman he′s with