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BmI wonder what he'll think ofE9 me! I guess he'llBm call me old man"E9
I guess he'll tDhink I can lick ev'ry A7othDer feller's father wA7ell, ID can! F#7
I Bmbet that he'll turn out to E9be the spittin' Bmimage of his dE9ad
But he'll have mDore common sense
Than his puA7ddiDng headed father A7ever Dhad
I'll tBmeach him to wrassle, and dive through
A wave when we Bm7go in the mornin's for our sE9wim
His moAmther can teach him the way to behave,
But she wAm7on't make a sissy out o' B7him
Not E7him! Not my Am9boy! Not Bill! E5 A7 D6Bill!
GMy boy BiG6ll! I will sAm7ee that he is naD7med after G6me,G#dim I D7will
GMy boy, BG6ill! He'll be tAm7all and touD7gh as a trG6ee, wBdimill Am7Bill,
D7Like a trGee he'll grow with his hB7ead held high
And his fEmeet planted firm on the A9ground
And you woDn't see nobody daDre to tG6ry to boDss or tA7oss him Daround!
D9No pGot-bellied, Am7baggy-eyed bully'll D7boss him aroundG C6 G C6 G C6 G C6
I doGn't give a dC6amn what he dGoes C6
As loGng as he dC6oes what he Glikes!C6
He can sGit on his tC6ail or wGork on a rC6ail
With a hGammer a haC6mmering Bbspikes! Eb6 Bb Eb6
He can Bbferry a Eb6boat on a BbriverEb6
Or Bbpeddle a pEb6ack on his Bbback Eb6 or wD7ork up and down
The sGtreets of a town with a wD7hip and a horse
And a Ghack he can Gmhaul a scow alA7ong a canal
RGmun a cow arA7ound a corral or F#mmaybe bark for a Ab7carrousel
Of cF#mourse it takes talent to D7do that well
He mGight be a cC6hamp of the hGeavyweiC6ghts
Or a Gfeller that sC6ells you Gglue C6
Or PEm7resident of the UA7nited States tChat'd be D5all right, Gtoo
Am7His mother would like D7that
But he wouldn't be G6President unless he wanted to be Ddimnot D7Bill!
GMy boy, BG6ill! He'll be Am7tall and as toD7ugh as a G6tree, Ddimwill Am7Bill!
LD7ike a tGree he'll grow with his hB7ead held high
And his fEmeet planted firm on the A9ground
And you Dwon't see Gnobody Ddare to G6try to boDss or tA7oss him arDound!
D9No Gfat bottomed, Am7flabby-faced, Gpot-bellied,
Am7Baggy-eyed bastard'll bD7oss him aAm7round!
And I'll be Amdamned if he'll marry the boss'
Daughter a sAm7kinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll gF6ive him a peck and call it a kiss
And lE7ook in his eyes through a lGorgnette
E7Say, wAmhy am I talkin' on like this? My Am7kid Dmain't Ceven E7been Amborn, yet!
F7I can see him F6when he's seventF7een or so F6
And F7startin' to F6go with a F7girl!F6
F7I can give him F6lots of pointers, F7very sound F6
On the Gb6way to get 'round any Gb6girl
F7I can tell him wF6ait a minute! CF7ould it be?
What the Gm7hell! What if he C7is a gAmirl?D9 AmBill, D9 oh Bill
AmWhat would I do with her? D9What could
I do for her?Am A bum with no money! D9
You can have Cfun with a son,
But you G7gotC to be a father G7to a Cgirl E7
She Ammighn't be so bad at D9that a kid with Amribbons in her D9hair!
A kind o' Cneat and petite little G7tinC-type
Of her mother! G7What a Cpair,Bb C7
I can just hear myself bragging about her!
FMy little girl pA7ink and white as peGmaches and cream is C7she C7
FMy little girl is Bbhalf again as Fbright as Gmgirls are mGm7eant to C5be! C7
Am7Dozens of boys F pursBbue hC7er, Am7many a likFely lE7ad A E7
DAoes what he can to Bm9woo E7her fA7rom her faithD7ful dG7ad C7
SFhe has a few A7pink and white young Gmfellers of two and tC7hree C7
But Fmy little girl gets Bbhungry ev'ry nFight aG9nd sFhe come hC7ome to Fme!
I gBot to get ready befEbore she comes!
I got to make certain that sGbhe won't be dBbmragged up in slums
Bbm7With a lGbot o' bums lEbmike Fme she's Bbgot to be sheltered Dm and Bbfed and dressed
DmIn the Bbbest money Dm can bBbuy! I never knew Ebmhow to get Bbmoney
BbdimBut, I'll tF7ry, by BdimGod! I'll tBbmry! F
I'll Bbgo out anEbd makeF it or steal it or takeEb it or die! Bb Db F7 Bb
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