No, you cant judge a man By the color of his skin You cant rate his cool By the scruff on his chin Dont know what makes him tick By the Rolex on his wrist But you can judge a man By the woman hes with Thats why I say You know the measure of a man Just how tall he stands By the woman hes with Thing is, she had too much Tanqueray And did a Roma dance for me Though my eyes went bug My heart could not agree Next thing you know Dudes comin at me with a stick Oh yea, you can judge man By the woman hes with Ill say it again You know the measure of a man Just how tall he stands You know the size of his stones Just what kind of backbone By the woman hes with Her eyes are the window to his soul And by the looks of it shes swallowed him whole The mere thought of her makes his knees weak When he opens his mouth it is her I hear speak Even now I hear her speak No, I really dont get This cold war that I am in Theres a knife in my back Where my good friend has been Shes the moon, hes the sun And I am under an eclipse Oh, you can judge a man You know the measure of a man By the woman hes with