Soliloquy (神々が恋した幻想郷) - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈) 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 turns 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 wrassle and dive through a wave When we go in the morning 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
My boy 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
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 or toss him around
No pot-bellied baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around
I don't give a damn what he does As long as he does what he likes He can sit on his tail or work on a rail With a hammer and hammer in spikes
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 With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or even bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of the heavyweights Or a fella 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 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 or toss him around
No fat-bottomed flabby-faced pot-bellied Baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around
And I'll be damned If he'll marry his boss's daughter A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss And look in his eyes through a lorgnette
Say 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
What the hell
What if he is a girl
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
A kid with ribbons in her hair
A kind of neat and petite little tin-type of her mother
What a pair
My little girl pink and white As peaches and cream is she
My little girl is half again as bright
As girls were 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 fellas Of two and three
But my little girl gets hungry ev'ry 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 o' 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 God I'll try I'll go out and make it or take it
Or steal it or die
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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 God I'll try I'll go out and make it or take it
