It' s A Boy-Various Artists

It' s A Boy - Various Artists Here it is Tuesday november four eighteen seventy nine And here I am Clement v roger The father of six lovely daughters Waiting nervously for the birth Of my first son Yippie yey Yippie ya I hit the all bull's eye Hooray hooray hooray at last it's a boy Hey I got me a boy step right up it's a boy I got a son and and and what else could compare I happen to care I wanna sing her saddest Hooray hooray although I love all my girls Six is plenty of girls After all of those girls I gave it one extra shot Keep praying a lot And look what I got I'm passing out having us Yippie ya yey You keep it shine on Your family name Yippie ya yey This pass will grant you So you'll be the same With kettle standing I'd yonder from miles around That's why I'm handing the smokes And the smiles around Hooray hooray hooray at last it's a male And this powerful whale Says he's hardly inhale And you'd be proud as can be When he know's that you Is part here like his pop My hopes don't longer asleep I'm way out in a limp Hope sorrounding at him And he'll grow up to be A hell of a man I'm make him a man A hell of a man Like your's truly Hooray hooray hooray for my life is done Hell as a guy I'm jumping for joy At last it's a boy You gotta keep trying At last it's a boy Well now that I'm thirteen years old I got some bad news Oh lord son don't tell me You were expelled again I'm sorry pop the principal and I Just couldn't agree in How to run that school You gotta get an education boy So you'll never have to worry about Winding up in the congo Oh dear oh dear oh dear Our timer is back there the Wil's a big guy and he don't Even try to get along with our pa Won't listen to pa while living with pa That ain't no better process Well now that I'm nineteen years old I'm goin down to the argentine The argentine I hear they got work down there for cowboys That's what I aim to be I almost cowded on you staying here And running this ranch Ann hated me to run anything pa Why can't I do with my life when I want to Wrecking your wheel son But I wouldn't be a good father If I didn't make it as difficult as possible Hooray hooray some dirty Work is been done He can't be the real one Can't be clem roger's son He says he don't want a ranch His some rocking branch Must be part command him for sure To argentina he'll steam What a crackback skim It's the end of my dream Mustn't will ever be the hell of a man I looked up a man A hell of a man Like yours truly But what the heydehey I still got six girls Six million curls I'm jumping for joy Goodbye willy boy And don't break for money Goodbye willy boy