A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side   At the end of a weary day   To sit by his side and listen to him talk   And agree with the things he'll say      A fellow needs a girl to hold in his arms   When the rest of the world goes wrong   To hold in his arms and know that she believes   That her fellow is wise and strong      When things go right and his job's well done   He wants to share the prize he's won   If no one shares and no one cares   Where's the fun of a job well done or a prize you've won?      A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home   But to make this dream come   A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl   My kind of girl is you      A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl   My kind of girl is you