I'M Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair (From South Pacific)

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
(Get the picture?)
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
(Yea, 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 the 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
I went and washed that man right outta my hair
I went and washed that man right outta my hair
I went and washed that man right outta my hair
And sent him on his way
I went and washed that man right outta my hair
I went and washed that man right outta my hair
I went and washed that man right outta my hair
And sent him on his way