I wonder what he'll think of me.
I guess he'll call me the old man.
I guess he'll think I can lick every
I bet that he'll turn out to be the
but he'll have more common sense
I'll teach him to wrestle and
when we go in the mornings for our swim.
His mother can teach him the way to behave,
Not Bill. Bill. My boy Bill,
I will see that he's named af ter me. I will. My boy Bill,
he'll be tall and as tough as a tree.
Well, Bill, like a tree he'll grow
an d his feet planted firm on the ground.
And you won't see nobody dare
No pot -bellied, baggy -eyed bully
I don't give a hang what he does,
as long as he does what he likes.
He can ferry a boat on a river
or pedal a pack on his back.
with a whip and a horse and a hack.
He can haul a scowl along a canal,
run a cow around a corral,
or maybe bark for a carousel.
it takes talent to do that well.
He might be a champ of the heavyweights,
or a fellow that sells you glue,
or president of the United States.
that it'd be all right too.
His mother would like that,
but he wouldn't be president
he'll be tall and as tough as a tree.
Well, Bill, like a tree he'll grow
an d his feet planted firm on the ground.
No fat -bottomed, flabby -faced, pot -bellied, draggy
-eyed bully will boss him around.
marry his boss's daughter,
a skinny -lipped lady with blood like water,
Who'd give him a peck and call it a kiss,
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette?
Say, why am I taking on like this?
My kid ain't even been born yet.
And starting in to go with a girl.
I can give him lots of pointers
very sound on the way to get
I can tell him wait a minute
could it be what the what
What would I do with her?
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl
She mightn't be so bad at that,
her kid with ribbons in her hair.
What kind of sweet and petite
little tintype of her mother
would offend my little girl?
Pink and white as peaches
My little girl is half again
as bright as girls are meant to be.
Dozens of boys pursue her,
Does what he can to woo her ,
She has a few pink and white
young fellers of two or three.
and she comes home to me.
I gotta get ready before she comes.
I gotta make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot of bums like me
In the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get money
I'll try, I'll go out and make it,
or steal it, or take it, or die!
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