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!
What if he is a girl?

Oh Bill, Bill
(What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
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 as that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' sweet 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 or 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, I'll try! I'll try!

I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die!
