Текст песни Soliloquy (My Boy Bill) [Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, January 8, 1967] - Gordon MacRae

I wonder 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
Well, I can
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin'-headed father ever had
I'll teach him to wrestle and dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin' for our swim
His mother can teach him the way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out of him
Not him
Not my boy
Not Bill
Ha ha!
Bill!
My boy Bill
I will see that he's named after me, I will
My boy Bill
He'll be tall and as tough as a tree will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss him or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced bully will boss him around
I don't give a hang what he does
As long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his tail or work on the rail
With a hammer a-hammerin' spikes
He can ferry a boat on the river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course, it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a fellow who 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 President unless he wanted to be
Not Bill
My boy Bill
He'll be tall and as tough as a tree will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss him or toss him around
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied
Baggy-eyed bully will boss him around
And I'm hanged if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped lady with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and call that a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette
Hey, ha ha ha ha ha
Why am I takin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born yet
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And startin' in to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him...
Wait a minute
Could it be?
Oh!
What the?
What if he is a girl?
Bill
Bill
What would I do with her?
Well, what could I do for her?
Me, just a bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl
She mightn't be so bad at that
A kid, a kid with ribbons in her hair
A kinda sweet and petite
Little tin-type of her mother
Oh, what a pair!
My little girl
Pink and white as peaches and cream is she
Oh, my little girl
Is half again as bright as girls are meant to be
Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad
Does what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two and three
But my little girl
Gets hungry every night
And she comes home to me
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 gotta be sheltered and fed
And dressed in the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get money
But I'll try, by gosh, I'll try
I'll go out and make it or steal it or take it
Or I'll die!