Ain't knocking on our women folk I love them good as you But women is mighty funny And we all know that is true It's riding on the subway train Or walking along the streets These things that women wear for hats Has really got me beat Some wind around like serpents Some looks like ice-cream cones Some look like victory gardens A-growing on their dome Some look like grocery baskets And some look like paper sacks I can't tell if she's going out Or if she's coming back ♪ One will have a feather Ten feet in the sky With 20 yards of fishing net That falls into her eyes A half a dozen mousetraps Just above her ear And 19 yards of boat sail A flying in the rear I sat down on a curb stone And made this little song You know that I'm right But I could be partly wrong We love our women tenderly And weakness we all got that But you can sell a woman any old thing If you tell her it's a hat But you can sell a woman any old thing If you tell her it's a hat