Soliloquy - Carousel I don't give a damn what he does
As long as he does what he likes!
I wonder what he'll think of me He can sit on his tail I guess he'll call me the "old man" Or work on a rail I guess he'll think I can lick With a hammer, a-hammering Every other feller's father spikes! Well, I can! He can ferry a boat on a river Or peddle a pack on his back I bet that he'll turn out to be Or work up and down The spittin' image of his dad The streets of a town But he'll have more common sense With a whip and a horse and a hack. Than his puddin-headed father ever had He can haul a scow along a canal Run a cow around a corral I'll teach him to wrestle Or maybe bark for a carousel And dive through a wave Of course it takes talent to do that When we go in the mornin's for our well. swim His mother can teach him He might be a champ of the The way to behave heavyweights, But she won't make a sissy out o' Or a feller that sells you glue, him Or President of the United States, Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill! That'd be all right, too Bill His mother would like that But he wouldn't be President unless My boy Bill he wanted to be! I will see that he is named after me, Not Bill! I will. My boy, Bill! He'll be tall My boy, Bill! He'll be tall And as tough as a tree, will Bill! And as tough as a tree, will Bill Like a tree he'll grow Like a tree he'll grow With his head held high With his head held high And his feet planted firm on the And his feet planted firm on the ground ground And you won't see nobody dare to And you won't see nobody dare to try try To boss him or toss him around! To boss him or toss him around! No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, Will boss him around. Pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bastard Will boss him around. And I'm hanged if he'll marry his Is half again as bright boss' daughter As girls are meant to be! A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water Dozens of boys pursue her Who'll give him a peck Many a likely lad And call it a kiss does what he can to woo her And look in his eyes through a From her faithful dad lorgnette... Say, why am I talkin' on like this? She has a few My kid ain't even been born, yet! Pink and white young fellers of two and three I can see him when he's seventeen But my little girl or so, Gets hungry every night And startin' in to go with a girl and she comes home to me! I can give him lots of pointers, very sound I got to get ready before she comes! On the way to get 'round any girl I got to make certain that she I can tell him Won't be dragged up in slums Wait a minute! With a lot o' bums like me Could it be? What the hell! She's got to be sheltered What if he is a girl? And fed and dressed In the best that money can buy! Bill oh Bill I never knew how to get money, What would I do with her? But, I'll try,by God, I'll try! What could I do for her? I'll go out and make it or steal it A bum with no money! Or take it or die! 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 o' 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