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Soliloquy Part 1 - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)
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 feller's father
Well I can
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spitting 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 him
Not him Not my boy Not Bill
My boy 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 even 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
