Find Me A Primitive Man Lyrics - Lee Wiley

Now, before this modern idea had burst 

About the women and children first, 

The men had much more charm than they have today. 

And if only one of that type survived, 

The very moment that he arrived, 

I know I'd fall in love in a great big way. 

I can't imagine being bad 

With any Arrow collar ad, 

Nor could I take the slightest joy 

In waking up a college boy. 

I've no desire to be alone 

With Rudy Vallee's megaphone, 

So when I'm saying my prayers, I say: 

Find me a primitive man, 

Built on a primitive plan. 

Someone with vigor and vim. 

I don't mean a kind that belongs to a club, 

But the kind that has a club that belongs to him. 

I could be the personal slave 

Of someone just out of a cave. 

The only man who'll ever win me 

Has gotta wake up the gypsy in me, 

Find me a primitive man, 

Find me a primitive man. 

Trouve moi un homme primitif 

Trouve moi un garcon naif. 

Quelqu'un tout plein de vigeur, 

Ces p'tits maquereaux qu'on appelle gigolos ne 

Pourraient jamais donner le vrai bonheur. 

J'ai besoin d'un bel animal 

Pour chauffeur mon chaffage centrale. 

Et l'homme qui me veut pour capitane 

Devrait reveiler mon sang tzigane, 

Trouve moi un homme primitif, vif, 

Trouve moi un homme primitif. 

(Find me a primitive man, 

Find me a forthright young lad, 

Someone with vigor to spare, 

Those fatuous beaux they call gigolos could never give me happiness. 

I must have a gorgeous beast 

To heat up my own central heat. 

And he who aspires to be my stud 

Must reawake my gypsy blood. 

Find me a primitive man.)