Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THE WICKEDNESS OF MEN
Words and music by W. E. Haines & J. Harper.
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1949.

I hate to cast aspersions at the strong and silent sex,
But it's really time they got a blooming chopper on their necks.
They way they mess us girls around it really is a shame.
They always do the dirty, and we always get the blame.
He was tall and he was handsome and he let me call him Ben.
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
I hate to have to mention it, but here I go again:
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
I looked right in his fluffy eyes;, there I met me fate.
I felt just like a fish who'd had a nibble at the bait,
And then he turned his back on me and said, "I'm going straight."
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!

I knew a chap called Rudolph, and he, he was a proper toff,
But, ooh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
I used to rub his chest then, because he had a nasty cough,
But, ooh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!
He took me out to dinner and he doped me, gin and lime.
He tried his best to worst me, but I spoiled his base design,
And now to get revenge, he sends me dirty valentines.
Ooh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!

So get to know your onions, girls, and mind your p's and q's.
There's so much that an honest working girl has got to lose.
Instead of saying no at first, say yes and then refuse.
Oh, the artfulness, the sinfulness, the wickedness of men!