Find Me a Primitive Man - Lee Wiley

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:

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

Trouve moi un homme primitif

Trouve moi un garcon naif

Quelqu’un tout plein de vigeur

Ces p’tits maquereaux qu’on appelle gigolos ne

Pourraient jamais donner le vrai bonheur

J’ai besoin d’un bel animal

Pour chauffeur mon chaffage centrale

Et l’homme qui me veut pour capitane

Devrait reveiler mon sang tzigane

Trouve moi un homme primitif, vif

Trouve moi un homme primitif

(Find me a primitive man

Find me a forthright young lad

Someone with vigor to spare

Those fatuous beaux they call gigolos could never give me happiness

I must have a gorgeous beast

To heat up my own central heat

And he who aspires to be my stud

Must reawake my gypsy blood

Find me a primitive man.)