No, you can’t judge a man By the color of his skin You can’t rate his cool By the scruff on his chin Don’t know what makes him tick By the Rolex on his wrist But you can judge a man By the woman he’s with That’s why I say You know the measure of a man Just how tall he stands By the woman he’s 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 Dude’s comin’ at me with a stick Oh yea, you can judge man By the woman he’s with I’ll 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 he’s with Her eyes are the window to his soul And by the looks of it she’s 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 don’t get This cold war that I am in There’s a knife in my back Where my good friend has been She’s the moon, he’s the sun And I am under an eclipse Oh, you can judge a man You know the measure of a man By the woman he’s with