Lyrics Soliloquy (Parts 1 & 2).lrc Frank Sinatra
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[ar: Frank Sinatra]
[al: The Columbia Years 1943-1952: The Complete Recordings]
[ti: Soliloquy (Parts 1 & 2)]
[length: 07:56]
[00:07.82]I wonder what he’ll think of me?
[00:12.03]I guess he’ll call me “The Old Man”
[00:16.08]I guess he’ll think I can lick every other feller’s father
[00:20.85]Well, I can
[00:25.84]I bet that he’ll turn out to be
[00:29.70]The spittin’ image of his dad
[00:33.69]But he’ll have more common sense
[00:35.92]Than his puddin-headed father ever had
[00:42.88]I’ll teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
[00:45.95]When we go in the morning for our swim
[00:49.12]His mother can teach him the way to behave
[00:51.91]But she won’t make a sissy out o’ him
[00:55.32]Not him
[00:57.49]Not my boy
[01:00.07]Not Bill
[01:08.55]My boy, Bill
[01:10.44]I will see that he’s named after me
[01:14.82]I will
[01:17.65]My boy, Bill!
[01:19.20]He’ll be tall and as tough as a tree
[01:23.38]Will Bill?
[01:25.46]Like a tree, he’ll grow, with his head held high
[01:29.88]And his feet planted firm on the ground
[01:33.54]And you won’t see nobody dare to try
[01:37.88]To boss him or toss him around
[01:41.12]No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully’ll boss him around
[01:51.05]I don’t give a damn what he does
[01:53.46]As long as he does what he likes
[01:55.51]He can carry a pale or work on a rail
[01:57.85]With a hammer, and hammer some spikes
[02:01.15]He can ferry a boat on a river
[02:03.43]Or peddle a pack on his back
[02:05.78]Or work up and down the streets of a town
[02:08.04]With a whip and a horse and a hack
[02:10.59]He can haul a scow along a canal
[02:14.82]Run a cow around a corral
[02:19.04]Or even bark for a carousel
[02:23.38]Of course, it takes talent to do that well
[02:29.15]He might be a champ of the heavyweights
[02:31.53]Or a feller who sells you glue
[02:33.83]Or President of the United States
[02:38.48]Hmm? That’d be alright, too
[02:43.35]His mother would like that
[02:44.85]Yes, sir
[02:45.47]But he wouldn’t be President unless he wanted to be
[02:48.02]Not Bill!
[02:51.01]My boy, Bill
[02:52.61]He’ll be tall and as tough as a tree
[02:56.64]He will
[02:58.66]Like a tree, he’ll grow, with his head held high
[03:02.92]And his feet planted firm on the ground
[03:06.62]And you won’t see nobody dare to try
[03:10.83]To boss him or toss him around
[03:14.01]No flat-footed, flabby-faced, bully’ll boss him around
[03:22.82]
[03:25.57]And I’m damned if he’ll marry his boss’ daughter
[03:28.92]A skinny-lipped wench with blood like water
[03:31.93]Who’ll give him a peck and call it a kiss
[03:35.13]And look in his eyes through a lorgnette
[03:39.88]Say, why am I takin’ on like this?
[03:43.85]My kid ain’t even been born yet
[03:47.39]I can see him when he’s seventeen or so
[03:53.44]And startin’ in to go with a girl
[03:59.29]I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
[04:04.47]On the way to get ’round any girl
[04:10.78]I can tell him…
[04:13.98]Wait a minute!
[04:16.40]Could it be?
[04:18.53]What the heck!
[04:20.97]What if he is a girl?
[04:25.79]
[04:28.46]Well, what would I do with her?
[04:32.86]What could I do for her?
[04:35.71]A bum with no money
[04:38.45]You can have fun with a son
[04:41.82]But you got to be a father to a girl
[04:51.18]She mighn’t be so bad at that
[04:55.81]A kid with ribbons in her hair
[05:00.86]A kind o’ neat and petite
[05:03.58]Little tin-type of her mother
[05:06.23]What a pair
[05:13.69]When I have a daughter,
[05:15.55]I’ll stand around in ballrooms
[05:18.16]Oh, how I’ll boast and blow
[05:22.91]Friends’ll see me comin’
[05:25.18]And empty all the ballrooms
[05:27.27]Through every door they’ll go
[05:33.19]Weary of hearin’, day after day
[05:38.31]The same old things that I always say
[05:48.50]My little girl
[05:52.02]Pink and white as peaches and cream
[05:57.29]Is she?
[05:59.86]My little girl
[06:02.42]Is half again as bright as girls are meant to be
[06:13.33]Dozens of boys pursue her
[06:18.55]Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her
[06:29.80]From her faithful dad
[06:34.21]She has a few
[06:37.24]Pink and white young fellers of two and three
[06:44.40]But my little girl
[06:46.94]Gets hungry every night and she comes home to me
[07:00.82]I got to get ready before she comes
[07:05.37]I got to make certain that she
[07:09.61]Won’t be brought up in slums
[07:12.23]With a lot of bums like me
[07:18.92]She’s got to be sheltered and fed and dressed
[07:23.13]With the best that money can buy
[07:26.91]I never knew how to get money
[07:31.14]But, I’ll try, by Gosh! I’ll try
[07:36.68]I’ll go out and make it or steal it
[07:41.50]Or take it or die
[07:52.81]Year of Release: 1946