Tonalité : C major
Verse 1
Gsus4
I wonder what he'll think of
I guess he'll call me
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the "old man"
Gsus4
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!
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I bet that he'll turn out to be
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The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more com
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mon sense
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Than his
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puddin-
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headed father ever had
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I'll teach him to
wrassle
And dive through a wave
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Gsus4
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When we go in the mornin's for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy
out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!
Bill. I will see that he is named after
me, I will.
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
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Like a tree he'll grow
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With his head held high
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D
C
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And his feet
planted
firm on the ground
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And you won't
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see nobody dare to try
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To boss or toss
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him around!
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No pot-
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E
bellied,
Ebdim
baggy- eyed bully'll toss him around
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I don't give a damn what he does
Ebdim
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As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
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He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
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With a whip and
a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
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Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
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Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of theheavyweights
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Or a feller that sells you glue
Or President of the United States
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be Presid
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ent unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!
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My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
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And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
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And his feet planted firm on the ground
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And you won't see
nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
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No fat- bottomed, flabby- faced, pot- bellied,
baggy- eyed bastard'll boss
Him around
And I'll be damned if he'll marry
the boss' daughter
A skinny- lipped virgin with blood like
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water
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Edim
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Who'll give him a peck
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C
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And call it a kiss
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And look in his eyes through a
lorgnet
Say, why am I talkin'
on like this?
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My kid ain't even been born, yet!
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I can see him when he's
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seventeen or so
And startin' to go with a girl
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I can give him lots of pointers,
very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
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C
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
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What if he is a girl?
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What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
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You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl
She mighn't be so bad at that
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A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin- type of her mother!
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What a pair!
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I can just hear myself bragging about her!
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My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
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Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what
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he can to woo her
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From her faithful dad
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She has a few
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Pink
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and white young fellers
of two and three
But my little girl
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Gets hungry ev'ry night and
she come home to me!
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My little girl, my little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
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I got to make certain that she
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Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
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She's
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got to be sheltered
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And be dressed in the best money can buy!
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I never knew how to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
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Bb
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I'll go out and
make it or steal it
Or take it or die!
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