Soliloquy-Michael Hayden

歌手 : Michael Hayden
语种 : 英语
时长 : 07:09

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TXT Soliloquy-Michael Hayden 文本歌词

Soliloquy (From "Carousel 1993 London Cast Recording") - Michael Hayden
Written by:Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein II
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 spiting image
Of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his pudding headed father ever had
I'll teach him to wrestle
And mad through a wave
When we go in the mornings 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
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 pot bellied baggy eyed bully will boss him around
I don't give a d**n what he does
As long as he does what he likes
He can sit on his hale or work on a rail
With a hammer a hammerin' spikes
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or walk up and down the streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can bourne a scowl along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark or a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a gem of a heavyweight
Or a fella that sells you glue
Or president of the United States
Yeah yeah that'd be alright too
HIs mother would like that
But he wouldn t be president if he didn't want 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 blabby faced
Fat bellied baggy eyed bastard
Will boss him around
And I'm d*mned 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 kickin' on like this
My kid ain't even been born yet
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And starting into going with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers very sound
On the ways to get round any girl
I can tell him
Wait a minute
What the hell
What what if he
What if he's a girl
Oh no
Oh Bill
Bill
What'll I do with her
What'll I do for her
I' m a bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl
It might not 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 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 fellas
Who coo and preen
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 God I'll try
I'll go out and make it
Or steal it
Or take it
Or die