Soliloquy Lyrics

Song	Soliloquy
Artist	Frank Sinatra
Album	The Concert Sinatra [live]
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	Lyrics：Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music：Richard Rodgers Arranger：Axel Stordahl
	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
	Ev'ry other feller's father
	Well, I can!
	I bet that he'll turn 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 mornin's 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!
	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 toss 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, 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 theheavyweights
	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 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 bastard'll boss
	him around
	And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss' 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 lorgnet
	Say, why am I talkin' on like this?
	My kid ain't even been born, yet!
	I can see him when he's seventeen or so
	And startin' 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?
	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 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 o' neat and petite
	Little tin-type of her mother!
	What a pair!
	I can just hear myself bragging about her!
	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 fellers of two and three
	But my little girl
	Gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me!
	My little girl, my little girl!
	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 o' bums like me
	She's got to be sheltered
	And be dressed in the best 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!

	Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Richard Rodgers Arranger: Axel Stordahl
	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
	Ev' ry other feller' s father
	Well, I can!
	I bet that he' ll turn out to be
	The spittin' image of his dad
	But he' ll have more common sense
	Than his puddinheaded father ever had
	I' ll teach him to wrassle
	And dive through a wave
	When we go in the mornin' s 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!
	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 potbellied, baggyeyed bully' ll toss 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, 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 theheavyweights
	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 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 fatbottomed, flabbyfaced, potbellied, baggyeyed bastard' ll boss
	him around
	And I' ll be damned if he' ll marry the boss' daughter
	A skinnylipped virgin with blood like water
	Who' ll give him a peck
	And call it a kiss
	And look in his eyes through a lorgnet
	Say, why am I talkin' on like this?
	My kid ain' t even been born, yet!
	I can see him when he' s seventeen or so
	And startin' 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?
	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 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 o' neat and petite
	Little tintype of her mother!
	What a pair!
	I can just hear myself bragging about her!
	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 fellers of two and three
	But my little girl
	Gets hungry ev' ry night and she come home to me!
	My little girl, my little girl!
	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 o' bums like me
	She' s got to be sheltered
	And be dressed in the best 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!

	Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Richard Rodgers Arranger: Axel Stordahl
	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
	Ev' ry other feller' s father
	Well, I can!
	I bet that he' ll turn out to be
	The spittin' image of his dad
	But he' ll have more common sense
	Than his puddinheaded father ever had
	I' ll teach him to wrassle
	And dive through a wave
	When we go in the mornin' s 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!
	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 potbellied, baggyeyed bully' ll toss 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, 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 theheavyweights
	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 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 fatbottomed, flabbyfaced, potbellied, baggyeyed bastard' ll boss
	him around
	And I' ll be damned if he' ll marry the boss' daughter
	A skinnylipped virgin with blood like water
	Who' ll give him a peck
	And call it a kiss
	And look in his eyes through a lorgnet
	Say, why am I talkin' on like this?
	My kid ain' t even been born, yet!
	I can see him when he' s seventeen or so
	And startin' 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?
	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 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 o' neat and petite
	Little tintype of her mother!
	What a pair!
	I can just hear myself bragging about her!
	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 fellers of two and three
	But my little girl
	Gets hungry ev' ry night and she come home to me!
	My little girl, my little girl!
	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 o' bums like me
	She' s got to be sheltered
	And be dressed in the best 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!

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