A Hymn to Him Song Lyrics

What in all of heaven could've prompted her to go
After such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed her?
What could've possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all!

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that
Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating
Vacillating, calculating, agitating
Maddening and infuriating hags!

Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?
Hmm?
Yes
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square
Eternally noble, historically fair
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat
Why can't a woman be like that?

Why does everyone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do everything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up like their father instead?