Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allan Jay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Snow
Songwriter
D. Pitchford
Songwriter
Letra
My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway
And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
Cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer
Let's hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's lovin' one-man show
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy
My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
And we always have a real good time
And maybe he sings off key
But that's alright by me, yeah, yeah
Cuz what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell
Let's hear it for the boy (Hear it for the boy!)
Let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby (Hear it for my baby!)
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo (Romeo)
But he's my lovin' one-man show
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, yeah! Ooh, ooh, ooh
Maybe he's no Casanova
Still his kisses knock me ov-ah!
Hear it for the boy
Let's give the boy a hand (Give the boy a hand)
Yeah, let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, he don't score at Bowl-A-Rama
Still, you gotta thank his Mama
Whoa, whoa whoa whoa
Let's hear it for the boy (Hear it for the boy)
(Hear it for the boy)
(Hear it for the boy)
Let's hear it for my baby!
Written by: Dean Pitchford, Tom Snow

