Soliloquy-John Raitt/Jean Darling
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TXT Soliloquy-John Raitt/Jean Darling 文本歌词
Soliloquy (神々が恋した幻想郷) - John Raitt/Jean Darling
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 feller's father
Well I can
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spitting 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 dive through a wave
When we go in the morning's for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out 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 he's 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
Boss him or toss him around
No pot-bellied baggy-eyed 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 a rail
With a hammer
Hammering 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 maybe bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a feller 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
If he didn't wanna 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 bosses' 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
Hey why am I taking on like this
My kid ain't even been born yet
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And starting and to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers
Very sound
On the way to get around any girl
I can tell him
Wait a minute
Could it be
What the hell
What if
What if he is a girl
What would I do with her
What could I do for her
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 with ribbons in her hair
A kind of sweet and petite
Little tin-type of her mother
What a pair
When I have a daughter
I'll stand around in barrooms
Oh how I'll boast and blow
Friends will see me coming
And they'll empty all the barrooms
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
Was what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers
Of two or three
But my little girl
Gets hungry every night
And she comes home to me
I got to get ready before she comes
I got to make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot of bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
And best and dressed
In the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get money
But I'll try buy
But I'll try
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die
