BENNIE: Bold woman, please unhand me,
You do not understand me,
I'm not the sort of man you seem to think I am.
I'm not a gay homewrecker, I'm just a simple soul,
Impervious to woman, song, and drink, I am!

CLEMENTINA: And are you sure you are?

BENNIE: Why yes, I think I am!

CLEMENTINA: So very pure you are

BENNIE: I'm on the brink, I am.

CLEMENTINA: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

BENNIE: I'm in the sink, I am.

Gosh, I might as well confess it,
If I didn't you would guess it,
Women are the bane of my youth!
Ev'ry one's a tiger cat,
With me it's sad but certain that,
with women, life can never be smooth!

For they can trip you,
With tricks and grip you like quicksand,

CLEMENTINA: Some day, dear you will be mine.

BENNIE: Can't you see I don't want you?

CLEMENTINA: I'll be a constant nymph or something sweet
To him for whom I pine.

CHORUS

BENNIE: One good boy gone wrong,
One good boy gone wrong,
Youth must have its fling so they say,
Here's where I start flinging my youth away,
One more victim picked,
Once more sex has clicked,
One more saphead who's been trapped and tricked,
Just another boy gone wrong.