The Measure Of A Man

No, you can't judge a man

By the color of his skin

You can't rate his cool

By the scruff on his chin

Don't know what makes him tick

By the Rolex on his wrist

But you can judge a man

By the woman he's with

By the woman he's with

That's why I say

You know the measure of a man

Just how tall he stands

By the woman he's with

Thing is, she had too much Tanqueray

And did a Roma dance for me

Though my eyes went bug

My heart could not agree

Next thing you know

Dude's comin' at me with a stick

Oh, you can judge a man

By the woman he's with

I'll say it again

By the woman he's with

You know the measure of a man

Just how tall he stands

You know the size of his stones

Just what kind of backbone

By the woman he's with

By the woman he's with

Her eyes are the window to his soul

And by the looks of it she's swallowed him whole

The mere thought of her makes his knees weak

When he opens his mouth it is her I hear speak

Even now I hear her speak

No, I really don't get

This cold war that I am in

There's a knife in my back

Where my good friend has been

She's the moon, he's the sun

And I am under an eclipse

Yeah, you can judge a man

You know the measure of a man

By the woman he's with

Say it again

By the woman he's with

You know the measure of a man

Just how tall he stands

You know the size of his stones

Just what kind of backbone

By the woman he's with

By the woman he's with

By the woman he's with

You know the measure of a man

You know the size of his stones

By the woman he's with

By the woman he's with

You know the measure of a man

By the woman he's with