There ain't a thing that's wrong with any man here
That can't be cured by > pudding and beer. <
A girly, womanly, female, feminine dame!

The story:

As with my previous submission (which may have no proximity to this one!), the realization of my error was gradual and private - hey I was 3 or 4 years old when I was listening to this stuff. My mother was horrified to see her little blonde baby in a sailor hat dancing around the living room in the late '50s singing "Bloody Mary is the girl I love, now ain't that too damn bad!" Much of 'South Pacific,' 'Oklahoma,' 'My Fair Lady,' etc., made no sense to me whatsoever. Why wouldn't pudding and beer be good for these guys? I loved pudding; my daddy loved beer - Good times!