He did his little dance
There up in the north of Spain
Danced all the way to France
Just to try and bring her rain

That's the way of this man

He rolled away the stone
With a plastic crucifix
'Cause he'd rather get his kicks
Than be here all alone

That's the way of this man

He's not much of a bel esprit
She can't seem to understand him
A bit more like a chimpanzee

She thinks he has no soul
'Cause he never learned to crawl

That's the way of this man

And he can only sing
Of his incipient love

That's the way of this man

He's not much of a bel esprit
She can't seem to understand him
A bit more like a chimpanzee

That's the way of this man
That's the way of this man

That's the way of this man
That's the way of this man

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHARLES THOMPSON