Kunci: C major
Verse 1
Gsus4
I wonder what he'll think of
I guess he'll call me
Gsus4
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!
C
I bet that he'll turn out to be
F
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more com
Am
Bb
mon sense
F
Bb
F
Than his
Bb
F
I'll teach him to
wrassle
And dive through a wave
G
Gsus4
F
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!
Gm
G
Like a tree he'll grow
C
F
With his head held high
Gm
D
C
F
And his feet
planted
firm on the ground
Gm
G
C
And you won't
Dm
E
To boss or toss
D
G
No pot-
C
F
Ebdim
baggy- eyed bully'll toss him around
D
I don't give a damn what he does
Ebdim
C
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
F
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
Am
Bb
With a whip and
a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
D
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
G
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of theheavyweights
C
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
F
ent unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!
Am
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
Bb
And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
D
And his feet planted firm on the ground
nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
F
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
Bb
F
water
C
F
C
Edim
C
F
E
Gm
C
F
C
Who'll give him a peck
F
C
C
F
And look in his eyes through a
lorgnet
Say, why am I talkin'
on like this?
Bb
F
My kid ain't even been born, yet!
Bb
I can see him when he's
And startin' to go with a girl
C
F
C
I can give him lots of pointers,
very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
F
C
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
Bb
F
Bb
F
What if he is a girl?
Bb
F
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
C
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
F
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin- type of her mother!
C
G
C
What a pair!
F
C
F
C
F
C
F
G
I can just hear myself bragging about her!
F
C
F
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!
C
F
Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what
C
F
he can to woo her
C
G
C
From her faithful dad
G
E
Pink
Am
and white young fellers
of two and three
But my little girl
D
Gets hungry ev'ry night and
she come home to me!
Db
C
My little girl, my little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
F
E
I got to make certain that she
Eb
D
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
Db
C
She's
G
And be dressed in the best money can buy!
F
I never knew how to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
G
Bb
F
I'll go out and
make it or steal it
Or take it or die!
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