I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair Rodgers and Hammerstein, South Pacific

I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way
 
I’m gonna wave that man right outa my arms
I’m gonna wave that man right outa my arms
I’m gonna wave that man right outa 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 outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa 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
 
Drop him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams
Oho! If you laugh that different comics
If you root for different teams
 
Waste no time, weep no more,
Show him what the door is for
Drop him out of the road hall
And run him out of your dreams
 
You can’t light a fire when the wood’s all wet
You can’t make a butterfly strong
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 turning sour
 
If his eyes have drawn and shifted
When you look for glance and glimpse
Waste no time, make a switch,
Drop him in the nearest ditch
 
Drop him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams
 
I’m went and wash that man right outa my hair
I’m went and wash that man right outa my hair
I’m went and wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way
 
I’m went and wash that man right outa my hair
I’m went and wash that man right outa my hair
I’m went and wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way