I'm no He-man you know, I'm not a He.
I'm not a chesty fellow who says Gee !
I'm not a chesty fellow that says Gee !
I'm not you know a guy that lives on pep.
You know I've never hunted ovibos,
Nor caribou. I'd make a rotten boss
For any " outfit" Oh you know I'm not
Clever with Winchester or cooking-pot.
A Tempyo statuette perhaps, the Monk Ganjin,
Perhaps a patina laid very thin,
An affair of Han or T'ang, lacquered Mitsuda,
Or the brackets of a japanese pagoda —
Those things are in my line. I am very sure
I should never make a Nansen or McClure.
Forgive my frankness girls! I'm not quite yet
So destitute of manners to forget
What to sex-urge is due, film-etiquette,
What to Garbo, what to Crawford's curls.
I'm sorry if I've been too brutal girls!