Soliloquy-Michael Hayden

Soliloquy (From "Carousel 1993 London Cast Recording") - Michael Hayden Written by：Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein II 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 fella's father Well I can I bet that he'll turn out to be the spiting image Of his dad But he'll have more common sense Than his pudding headed father ever had I'll teach him to wrestle And mad through a wave When we go in the mornings for our swim His mother can teach him the way to behave But she won't make a sissy out of him Not him Not my boy Not Bill Bill My boy Bill I will see that he's named after me I will 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 pot bellied baggy eyed bully will boss him around I don't give a d**n what he does As long as he does what he likes He can sit on his hale or work on a rail With a hammer a hammerin' spikes He can ferry a boat on a river Or peddle a pack on his back Or walk up and down the streets of a town With a whip and a horse and a hack He can bourne a scowl along a canal Run a cow around a corral Or maybe bark or a carousel Of course it takes talent to do that well He might be a gem of a heavyweight Or a fella that sells you glue Or president of the United States Yeah yeah that'd be alright too HIs mother would like that But he wouldn t be president if he didn't want 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 him or toss him around No fat bottomed blabby faced Fat bellied baggy eyed bastard Will boss him around And I'm d*mned if he'll marry his boss's 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 Say why am I kickin' on like this My kid ain't even been born yet I can see him when he's seventeen or so And starting into going with a girl I can give him lots of pointers very sound On the ways to get round any girl I can tell him Wait a minute What the hell What what if he What if he's a girl Oh no Oh Bill Bill What'll I do with her What'll I do for her I' m a bum with no money You can have fun with a son But you gotta be a father to a girl It might not be so bad at that A kid with ribbons in her hair A kind of 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 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 fellas Who coo and preen But my little girl Gets hungry every night And she comes home to me I gotta get ready before she comes I gotta make certain that she Won't be dragged up in slums With a lot of bums like me She's gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed In the best that money can buy I never knew how to get money But I'll try By God I'll try I'll go out and make it Or steal it Or take it Or die