Lyrics I've Gotta Crow - Mary Martin & Kathy Nolan

Conceded? not me
Just i am what i am
And im me!

When i look at myself
And i see in myself
All the wonderful things that i see!
If im pleased with myself
I have every good reason to be!

I gotta crow!
Im just the cleaverest fella
'Twas ever my fourtune to know
I tought a trick to my shadow
To stick to the tip of my toe
Ive gotta crow!

Ive gotta brag!
I think its sweet
I have fingers a feet i can wiggle and wag!
I can climb trees
And play tag with the breeze
And the medow below
Ive gotta crow!

If, i were a very, ordinary
Everyday thing
Id never be heard
Cocka-doodlin' 'round like a bird so

Naturally
When i discover the
Cleaverness of the remarkable me
How can hide it when deep down
Inside it just tickles me so
That i gotta let go
And crow!

Im really a rare thing
Such a fair thing
I cant keep still!
Im bursting with pride!
And i just cant keep it inside
If i tried so

Naturally
When i discover the
Cleaverness of the remarkable me
How can hide it when deep down
Inside it just tickles me so
That i gotta let go
And crow