I Wouldn’t Change a Thing
(Janet describes her feelings for the scruffy reporter)
[JANET]
One man
Says he'll be my slave
This man
Doesn't even shave
One man
Dresses like a prince
And this one appears in a hat that's squashed
President-elect of the great unwashed
I say to myself
"Chacun à son goût"
But this one
This one
Ooohh!
(Her expression changes mid-sound from irritation to delight)
He's a bum
He's a clown
With his socks
Hanging down
With his hair
Taking wing
And I wouldn't change a thing
Yellow shirt
Red cravat
Orange coat
Purple hat
Slightly green
College ring
And I wouldn't change a thing
He's a walking neon sign
In a state of disrepair
But his suit suits me just fine
'Cause I know he's inside it somewhere
Does he look
Rather gay?
Let him stay
Just that way
Does he look
Rather bright?
Well, I wouldn't change the sight
'Cause I love the way he looked at me tonight!
Though no Brummell is my beau
Nor Palm Beach's fashion king
Once you look at him, you'll know
He's a many-splendored thing
He may not be awf'ly Brooks
Or as stylish as a Duke
But for me, he has the looks
Of the ten best-dressed men in Dubuque
Clothes don't make the man, Lord knows
But I wouldn't be surprised if that man made those clothes
He's a bum
He's a clown
With his socks
Hanging down
With his hair
Taking wing
And I wouldn't change a thing
Yellow shirt
Red cravat
Orange coat
Purple hat
Slightly green
College ring
And I wouldn't change a thing
He's a walking neon sign
In a state of disrepair
But his suit suits me just fine
'Cause I know he's inside it somewhere
So his clothes
Aren't pressed
I don't care
How he's dressed
Let him run
Leave him be
Well, there's one change I would like to see
Let him change
From a bum
To a bum who's in love with me!
