Soliloquy

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I wonder what he'll think of me! I guess he'll call me the old man 
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I guess he'll think I can lick ev'ry other feller's father well, I can 
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I bet that he'll turn out to be the spittin' image of his dad 
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But he'll have more common sense  
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Than his pudding headed father ever had 
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I'll teach him to wrassle, and dive through  
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A wave when we go in the mornin's for our swim 
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His mother can teach him the way to behave,  
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But she won't make a sissy out o' him  
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Not him!    Not my boy!    Not Bill!              Bill! 
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My boy Bill! I will see that he is named after me, I    will 
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My boy, Bill! He'll be tall and tough as a tree, will   Bill,  
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Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high  
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And his feet planted firm on the ground 
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And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around! 
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No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around  
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I don't give a damn what he does       
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As long as he does what he likes! 
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He can sit on his tail or work on a rail  
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With a hammer a hammering spikes 
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He can ferry a boat on a river        
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Or peddle a pack on his back    or work up and down 
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The streets of a town with a whip and a horse  
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And a hack he can haul a scow along a canal 
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Run a cow around a corral or maybe bark for a carrousel  
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Of course it takes talent to do that well 
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He might be a champ of the heavyweights  
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Or a feller that sells you glue 
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Or President of the United States that'd be all right, too  
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His mother would like that  
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But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be not  Bill!  
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My boy, Bill! He'll be tall and as tough as a tree, will  Bill! 
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Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high  
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And his feet planted firm on the ground 
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And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around! 
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No fat bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied,  
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Baggy-eyed bastard'll boss him around! 
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And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss'  
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Daughter a skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water 
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Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss  
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And look in his eyes through a lorgnette 
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Say, why am I talkin' on like this? My kid ain't even been born, yet! 
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I can see him when he's seventeen or so     
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And startin' to go with a girl! 
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I can give him lots of pointers, very sound     
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On the way to get 'round any girl  
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I can tell him wait a minute! Could it be?  
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What the hell! What if he is a girl?   Bill,    oh Bill   
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What would I do with her? What could  
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I do for her? A bum with no money! 
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You can have fun with a son,  
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But you got to be a father to a girl 
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She mighn't be so bad at that a kid with ribbons in her hair! 
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A kind o' neat and petite little tin-type  
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Of her mother! What a pair,  
I can just hear myself bragging about her! 
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My little girl pink and white as peaches and cream is she      
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My little girl is half again as bright as girls are meant to be! 
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Dozens of boys   pursue her, many a likely lad  
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Does what he can to woo her from her faithful dad  
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She has a few pink and white young fellers of two and three 
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But my little girl gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me! 
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I got to get ready before she comes!  
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I got to make certain that she won't be dragged up in slums 
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With a lot o' bums like  me she's got to be sheltered   and fed and dressed  
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In the best money    can buy! I never knew how to get money  
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But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!       
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I'll go out and make  it or steal it or take it or die!