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Soliloquy
5
Singer/Songwriter
Soliloquy werd uitgebracht op 1 januari 2009 door Blue Pie als onderdeel van het album On Broadway
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Releasedatum1 januari 2009
LabelBlue Pie
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barry Crocker
Barry Crocker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry Crocker
Barry Crocker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barry Crocker
Barry Crocker
Producer

Songteksten

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'll 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 wrestle 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 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
Who'll 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 or hammer and 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
Or run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
'Course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of the heavyweights
Or the fella that sells you glue
Or President of the United States
That'd be all right too
(Spoken)
His mother would like that, but he wouldn't
Be President unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!
(Sung)
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 hat-ball and flabby-faced
Pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully
Who'll boss him around!
And I'm danged if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped lady with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette
(Spoken)
Say, why am I taking on like this?
(Sung)
My kid ain't even been born yet!
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And starting in to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
Hey, I can tell him-
(Spoken)
Wait a minute
Could it be?
What the hell?
What if he is a girl?
Oh, Bill
Hey Bill
What would I do with him?
What could I do for him?
Me, a bum with no money
(Sung)
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 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 a gem 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 of two and three
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!
Written by: Barry Crocker
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