Someday hell come along, the man I love And hell be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way Ill do my best to make him stay
Hell look at me and smile, Ill understand And in a little while hell take my hand And though it seems absurd
I know we both wont say a word Maybe I shall meet him sunday Maybe monday, maybe not Still Im sure to meet him one day
Maybe tuesday will be my good news day Hell build a little home, just meant for two From which well never roam; who would, would you? And so all else above Im waiting for the man I love
"the man I love" had the odd distinction of becoming a recognized standard despite its having been (1)
Thrown out of the musical for which it had been written
("lady, be good!" in 1924); (2) sung in a show that flopped on the road (the 1927 "strike up the
Band"); (3) added to and then cut from a third musical