Now, fellow men, I want a word or two with you
It's very serious, and worst of all, it's true
The fact is, the girls who used to want us years ago
Can do without us now, but oh, you mustn't let them know
So, if you're sitting with the pretty little dears
While I'm singing put your fingers in their ears.

For they can do without us, of course they can
Woman can do without the man, poor man
She's got a poodle that can eat and drink and fight
She's got a tabby cat that stays out all the night
She's got a flue that smokes and a cockatoo that swears
And man can go to... Camberwell for all she cares.

As lady killers once we thought we were supreme
Just 'cos they let us buy them pounds of chocolate cream
They'll still take our chocolates but the dream of love is o'er
The up-to-date young lady won't canoodle any more
Girls never try to catch your eye, when in the street
And as they always kiss each other when they meet

For they can do without us, of course they can
Woman can do without the man, poor man
She doesn't want to kiss and she doesn't want to squeeze
She doesn't want to sit upon your boney knees
For when she's got the home, the table and the chairs
A man can go to Jericho, for all she cares.


When in their little flat a couple settles down
Soon they'll be a little stranger come to town
The poor husband rumbles very quickly he's a dad
When he comes home to see the knocker tied up with a pad
And when the nurse comes out and whispers with a leer
'You'd better go away, for you're not wanted here.'

Chorus: For they can do without us, of course they can
Woman can do without the man, poor man
She's says it's slavery to be a fellow's wife
She'd absolutely be an old maid all her life
And bring her children up the same, so she declares
And dad can go to... Macclesfield for all she cares.