He Had Refinement
Composer(s): Arthur Schwartz; Dorothy Fields
Performer(s): Shirley Booth
and multiple other artists



If I ever seen a Prince, my Harry was him
Always smelled from peppermints, his person was trim
His voice was passionate, soulful his face was
He never took no liberties, he knew what his place was

He'd say, "Pardon my glove", politely when he shook my hand
And he'd pass me the evenin' paper after his soup got fanned
He only used four-letter words I didn't understand
He had refinement

He would never sit down to the table, but what his shirt was on
Or come out of the bathroom drippin' like a dyin' swan
Or call a visitor a slob until the slob had gone
He had refinement.

One time he said
"May I suggest you call a lady's chest a chest
instead of her points of interest"
Dainty....ain't he?

He was shy and awful modest, 'cause he was so high bred
When the wind blew up my bloomers, did his face get red
He undressed with all the lights off....until we was wed
He had refinement.

He would walk next to the gutter, so I shouldn't get hit
With a pillow he'd kill mosquitoes, so I shouldn't get bit
Only certain kind exertions for me he'd permit
He had refinement

In the water at Coney Island was our first embrace
When my water wings flew off and hit 'im in the face
He introduced himself before he put 'em back in place
He had refinement.

At Luna Park all night we sat
Our food got cold, our beer got flat
I saw what he was driving at
I should've forbid it....but I did it

He had such respect and feelin's all our married life
Just the thought that he might hurt me cut 'im like a knife
And so he never told me that he had another wife
He had refinement

Refinement!
A gentleman to his fingernails was he!