From the musical “Fifty Million Frenchmen”, 1929 Words and music by Cole Porter
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Now, before this modern idea had burst
About the women and children first
The men had much more charm than they have today
And if only one of that type survived
The very moment that he arrived
I know I’d fall in love in a great big way
I can’t imagine being bad
With any Arrow collar ad
Nor could I take the slightest joy
In waking up a college boy
I’ve no desire to be alone
With Rudy Vallee’s megaphone
So when I’m saying my prayers, I say
Refrain
Find me a primitive man
Built on a primitive plan
Someone with vigor and vim
I don’t mean a kind that belongs to a club
But the kind that has a club that belongs to him
I could be the personal slave
Of someone just out of a cave
The only man who’ll ever win me
Has gotta wake up the gypsy in me
Find me a primitive man
Find me a primitive man