Wonderful
pals are always hard to find.
Some folks have one,
some folks have none.
An d I was alone for years,
but fate was kind,
And in the end, sent me a friend.
Although he's not
much higher than my knee,
Still he's the greatest
thing on earth to me.
Dirty hands, dirty face,
leads the neighbor to chase,
but his smile is as cute as
can be.
Making noise, breaking toys,
always fighting the boys,
but his eyes,
There are visions to see
And when my work is done
Coming home to the setting sun
From the gate, from the gate
he will start to run
And then I'll kiss my boy
Dirty hands, dirty face
Little devil, that's what they say
But to me, he's an angel of joy.
Dirty hair, dirty face,
leaves the neighbors ashamed.
But his smile, his little smile,
it's as cute as can be.
Making noise, breaking toys,
ha -ha -ha -ha, always fighting the boys,
but his eyes, they're his mother's,
and they're a vision to see.
And when my work is done,
coming home to the setting sun,
from the gate, from the gate
he will start to run, and then, oh,
I'll kiss my boy's
dirty hands, dirty face, little devil
Every day, but to me, he's an an gel of joy!