Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s time

They’ve always been the same;

Whenever anything goes wrong,

The woman is to blame.

From early morn to late at night,

The men fault-finders are;

They blame us if they oversleep,

Or if they miss the car.

They blame us if , beneath the bed,

Their collar buttons roll;

They blame us if the fire is out

Or if there is no coal.

They blame us if they cut themselves

While shaving, and they swear

That we’re to blame if they decide

To go upon a tear.


Here’s to the men, the perfect men!

Who never are at fault;

They blame us if they chance to get

The pepper for the salt.

They blame us if the business fails,

Or back a losing horse;

And when it rains on holidays

The fault is ours, of course.

They blame us when they fall in love,

And when they married get;

Likewise they blame us when they’re sick,

And when they fall in debt.

For everything that crisscross goes

They say we are to blame;

But, after all, here’s to the men,

We love them just the same!