Ruth Etting - The Right Kind of Man

If I could find him, the right kind of man,
He’d make me mind him, the right kind of man,
I could be slaving, behaving all the day long,
Wouldn’t do wrong!

I’d feed him kisses in Spring or in Fall,
No other missus could tempt him at all.
I’d always drive him, beside him,
Where I belong.

I’m just so full of love,
And to the world I’m making this plea:
Where is the man I love?
Somewhere I know, he’s waiting for me,
Where can he be?


Don’t need a palace in Paris or Rome,
Could even live in an igloo in Nome,
I wouldn’t feel bad if I had the right kind of man!