| <Frank Sinatra> page <The Concert Sinatra> album page |
SoliloquyI wonder what he'll think of meI guess he'll call me "the old man" I guess he'll think I can lick Ev'ry other fella's father Well, I can! I bet that he turns 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 morning 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… |