I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair (04-28-49) - Ella Fitzgerald

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

Yeah, 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 the man don’t understand you

If you fly on separate beams

Waste no time, make a change

Ride that man right off your range

Rub him out of the roll call

And drum him out of your dreams

If you laugh at different comics

If you root for different teams

Waste no time, weep no more

Show him what the door is for

Rub him out of the roll call

And drum him out of your dreams

Oh no, oh no

I’m gonna rub, wash, wave

Rub that man right outa my hair

I’m gonna rub, wash, wave

Rub that man right outa my hair

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

Yeah, 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 and send him on his way

I’m gonna send him, send him on his way