der what he'll think of me.
I guess he'll call me the old man.
I guess he'll think I can lick
every other fella's father.
I bet that he'll turn out to be
the spitting image of his dad,
but he'll have more common sense
I'll teach him to wrestle and di
when we go in the mornings for a swim.
She won't make a sissy out of him
I will see that he's named
He'll be tall and as tough as a tree
He'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody there to try
To boss him or toss him around
I'd bully or boss him around
I don't give a darn what he does,
as long as he does what he likes.
with a hammer, a hammer and spikes.
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 scow along the canal,
run a cow around a corral,
or maybe bark for a carousel.
it takes tal ent to do that well.
or a fella that sells you glue.
Or President of the United States,
His mother would like that,
but he wouldn't be president
he'll be tall and as tough as a tree.
he'll grow with his head held high
and his feet planted firm
And you won't see nobody dare to try
to boss him or toss him around.
Fat -bottomed, flabby -faced,
Hot -bellied, baggy -eyed bully,
marry his boss's daughter,
A skinny -lipped virgin with blood like water,
Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss,
And look in his eye through a lorgnette.
Say, why am I taking on like this?
My kid ain't even been born yet
And startin' into goin' with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers,
What would I do with her?
You can have fun with a son,
but you gotta be a father to
She mightn't be so bad at that,
a kid with ribbons in her hair.
little tintype of her mother.
My little girl, pink and white,
as peaches and cream is she.
My little girl is half again
Dozens of boys pursue her,
Does what he can to woo her
She has a few pink and white
young fellas of two and three.
My little girl gets hungry every night
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
She's gonna be sheltered and fed and
dressed in the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get money,
but I'll try, my God, I'll try
I'll go out and make it, or steal it,