Looking for Mabel Normand

WHEREVER HE AIN’T

Music and Lyric by

Jerry Herman

Presto

I gotta give my life some sparkle and fizz, and think a thought that isn’t wrapped up in his.  The place that I consider Paradise is Wherever He Ain’t! Wherever He Ain’t!

No more to wither when hr’s grouchy and gruff, no more to listen to him bellow and bluff.

Tomorrow morning I’ll be strutin' my stuff. Wherever He Ain’t Wherever He Ain’t!  Enough, of being bullied and bossed.  Ta ta aufweidersehn and get lost!  I walked behind him like a meek little lamb, and had my fill of his not giving a damn.  I’ll go to Sidney or Ceylon or Siam;

Wherever He Ain’t Wherever He Ain’t!

I’d gladly travel where the hurricanes blow; I’d face the jungle and I’d tamp thru the snow, as long as I can pack my baggage and go Wherever He Ain’t!

Wherever He Ain’t!  It’s time, for little Neil to rebel.  If he’s in heaven, I’ll go to hell!  My little love nest was a terrible trap, with me behaving like a simpering sap.  And so I’m looking for a spot on the map; if he’s goin’ south; I’m goin’ north.  If he’s goin’ back; I’m goin’ forth; Wherever He Ain't!