Oh, we are six little eves, waiting for an adam Someone who will make our poor hearts pound Until that happy day, we're sad to have to say This old boy's the only guy in town A demon in truth, but an angel in fiction A woman's the greatest of all contradiction She'll lift a man up, she'll let a man down She'll crown him her king, and then she'll make him a clown In the morning she does, in the evening she don't And just when you're certain she will, she bloody well won't Now, like a fool, I married lola, who played the piano But her cooking, sad to say, was not so hot She used to often boast of how she made pot roast Most of the time, it tasted like roast pot On my birthday, she said Hun, we're gonna have bœuf bourguignon I said Put in lots of lovely red wine, lola She said I don't have time to go and get red wine She cooked the whole damn lot in Pepsi cola! Eve and adam, adam and eve They were the source of all these troubles Well, that's what I believe As you probably know This all started years ago at the time when eve and adam were around Now, some people blame the apple of the top of the tree Me, I blame the pair on the ground Now, adam, he was fond of eve; he longed to turn over a new leaf And as eve smiled and tossed her pretty curls Adam raised his eyes to heaven, and he sighed and said Oh, lord, I got more ribs Do you got any more girls? Eve and adam, adam and eve They were the source of all these troubles At least, that's what I believe