Videoclip Barbra Streisand Nobody Makes a Pass at Me

I want men that I can squeeze, that I can please, that I can tease 
Two or three or four or more 
What are those fools waiting for? 
I want love and I want kissing I want more of what I'm missing 
 
Nobody comes knocking at my front door 
What do they think my knocker's for? 
If they don't come soon there won't be any more 
What can the matter be? 
 
I wash my clothes with lux, my etiquette's the best 
I spend my hard-earned bucks on just what the ads suggest 
Oh dear what can the matter be 
Nobody makes a pass at me 
 
I'm full of kellogg's bran, eat grapenuts on the sly 
A date is on the can of coffee that I buy 
Oh dear, what can the matter be? 
Nobody makes a pass at me 
 
Oh beatrice fair-fax, give me the bare facts 
How do you make them fall? 
If you don't save me, the things the lord gave me 
Never will be any use to me at all 
 
I sprinkle on a dash of "fragrance de amour," 
The ads say "makes men rash" but I guess their smell is pour 
Oh dear what can the matter be 
Nobody makes a pass at me 
 
I use ovaltine and listerine, barbasol and musterole 
Life buoy soap and flit, so why ain't I got it? 
I use coca cola and marmola, crisco, lesco and mazola 
Ex-lax and vapex, so why ain't I got sex? 
I use albolene and maybellene, alka seltzer, bromo seltzer 
Odorono and sensation 
So why ain't I got fascination? 
 
My girdles come from the best, times ads say they're chic 
And up above I'm dressed in the brassier of the week 
Oh dear, what can the matter be? 
Nobody makes a pass at me 
 
I use pond's on my skin, with rye-crisp I have thinned 
I get my culture in I began "gone with the wind" 
Oh dear, what can the matter be? 
Nobody makes a pass at me 
 
Oh dor'thy dix, please, show me some tricks 
Please, I want some men to hold 
I want attention and things I can't mention 
And I want them all before I get too old 
 
I use mum ev'ry day and angelus liplure 
But still men stay away just like iv'ry soap I'm pure 
Just like I result of 99 and 44 
One hundred percent p.o 
Oh dear what can the matter be? 
Nobody makes a pass at me