That's My Boy

What do I treasure most of all I possess?
It isn't fame or fortune, I must confess
It's not a house, it's not a book
It's not a precious stone
It's just a little curly head that I call my own

Just take a look, ah, that's my boy
Why, he's his daddy's little pride and joy
The keeper of the keys to my heart
Now what's he gonna do with that poison dart?
Just take a look, ah, that's my lad
Why, I'm in heaven when he calls me "Dad"
He's all in life I'll ever desire
See how cute he sets the mailman on fire

Little rascal with his tousled hair
Always seems so full of life
Tiny footsteps scampering here and there
Just see how proudly he carries that knife
When he's not giving Daddy a hug
You'll find him throwing acid on the rug
Cute? He's just an angel with an axe for a toy
Ha ha, that's my boy

Oh, just take a look, ah, that's my boy
A little hero dressed in corduroy
Inventing little games all the while
Only kid in the neighborhood with a quicksand pile
Just take a look, ah, that's my child
Why, to call him bright would be just putting it mild
He'll talk to you in words just as plain
See how clear he says "Derail the train"

To me that little scamp can do no wrong
He comes a-running when I call
Look at that
He's so busy, busy all day long
Now who's he gone and cemented up inside that wall?
He falls in love with anything live
He wants a Colt for Christmas, Colt .45

I'm mighty proud to call him my son
Ha ha, look at him load that gun
Got his own little shoulder holster
I'm mighty thankful for what I've got
But I'm sure glad he's such a lousy shot

Take a look
Missed me
That's my boy