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I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair [From South Pacific]
by Eydie Gorme



I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
And send him on his way.

I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms.
I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms,
I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms,
And send him on his way.

Don't try to patch it up.
Tear it up, tear it up!
Wash him out, dry him out.
Push him out, fly him out.
Cancel him and let him go!
Yeah, sister!

I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
And send him on his way.

If a man don't understand you,
If you fly on separate beams,
Waste no time, make a change,
Ride that man right off your range.
Rub him out of the roll call,
And drum him out of your dreams.

If you laugh at different comics,
If you root for different teams,
Waste no time, weep no more,
Show him what the door is for.
Rub him out of the roll call,
And drum him out of your dreams.

Oh, no. Oh, no.
I'm gonna rub, wash, wave, rub
The man right outta my hair
I'm gonna rub, wash, wave, rub
The man right outta my hair

Don't try to patch it up.
Tear it up, tear it up!
Wash him out, dry him out.
Push him out, fly him out.
Cancel him and let him go!
Yeah, sister!

I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair,
And send him on his way.
And send him on his way.
I'm gonna send him, send him on his way.
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written by R. RODGERS, O. HAMMERSTEIN II
Lyrics © WILLIAMSON MUSIC CO.-A DIV. OF RODGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN