Soliloquy (Carousel) - Thomas Hampson

作曲：Oscar Hammerstein II/Richard Rodgers

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

Ev'ry other feller's father

Well i can

I 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 o him

Not him not my boy not bill

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 him or toss him around

No pot bellied baggy eyed bully

Will 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 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 canl

Run a cow around a corral

Or maybe bark for a carousel

Of course it takes

talent to do that well

He might be a

champ of the heavyweights

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

if he didn't wanna 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 him or toss him around

No fat bottomed flabby faced

Pot bellied baggy eyed bully

Will boss him around

And i'm hanged

if he'll marry his 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 lorgnette

Hey why am i talkin on like this

My kid ain't even been born yet

I can see him

when he's seventeen or so

And startin to go with a girl

I can give him lots of pointers very sound

On the way to get round any girl

I can tell him

Wait a minute

Could it be

What the hell

What if he

He is a girl

Bill oh bill

What would i do with her

What could i do for her

Me a bum with no money

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 sweett 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 again 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 fellers of two and three

But my little girl

Gets hungry ev'ry night

and she comes home to me

I got to get ready before she comes

I got to make certain that she

Won't be dragged up in slums

With a lot o bums like me

She's got to be sheltered

And fed and dressed

In the best that money can buy

I never knew how to get money

But i'll try buy got i'll try

I'll go out and make it or steal it

Or take it or die