Years from now
They will make water
From the reservoirs of our idiot tempers
Soon enough
Work and love will make a man out of you
Through and through

Your gentleman father
Would pray for a daughter
As he walked
From room to room
Saying "Women are winning the tournament of hearts,
Somebody's got to lose..."
Soon enough, work and love
Will make a man out of you
Through and through
Soon enough

Years from now
They will make water
From the reservoirs of our idiot tempers (2x)

Soon enough
Work and love will make a man out of you
Through and through