Soliloquy-Frank Sinatra

[ti:Soliloquy ] [ar:Frank Sinatra] [al:Sunday Morning With Frank Sinatra] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Soliloquy (神々が恋した幻想郷) - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈) [00:08.92]I wonder what think he'll of me [00:11.70] [00:12.68]I guess he'll call me the old man [00:16.70]I guess he'll think I can lick [00:19.00]Every other feller's father [00:21.55]Well I can [00:23.96] [00:26.68]I bet that he'll turn out to be [00:29.71] [00:30.62]The spitting image of his dad [00:34.57]But he'll have more common sense [00:36.96]Than his puddin-headed father ever had [00:40.86] [00:43.94]I'll teach him to wrassle [00:45.89]And dive through a wave [00:47.14]When we go in the morning for our swim [00:50.10]His mother can teach him [00:51.86]The way to behave [00:52.70]But she won't make a sissy out o him [00:56.43]Not him Not my boy Not Bill [01:02.95] [01:09.93]My boy [01:11.68]Bill I will see that he is named after me I will [01:19.01]My boy Bill He'll be tall [01:21.69]And tough as a tree will Bill [01:26.68]Like a tree he'll grow [01:29.07]With his head held high [01:31.07]And his feet planted firm on the ground [01:34.88]And you won't see nobody dare to try [01:39.51]To boss or toss him around [01:42.72]No pot bellied baggy-eyed bully'll toss him around [01:50.53] [01:52.69]I don't give a damn what he does [01:54.94]As long as he does what he likes [01:57.08]He can sit on his tail [01:58.84]Or work on a rail [01:59.72]A hammer With hammering spikes [02:02.83]He can ferry a boat on a river [02:05.06]Or peddle a pack on his back [02:07.32]Or work up and down [02:08.57]The streets of a town [02:09.59]With a whip and a horse and a hack [02:12.20]He can haul a scow along a canal [02:16.54]Run a cow around a corral [02:20.96]Or even bark for a carousel [02:25.14]Of course it takes talent to do that well [02:31.08]He might be a champ of theheavyweights [02:32.78]Or a feller that sells you glue [02:35.72]Or President of the United States [02:41.34]That'd be all right too [02:45.37]His mother would like that [02:46.95]But he wouldn't be [02:48.30]President unless he wanted to be [02:50.15]Not Bill [02:53.28]My boy Bill He'll be tall [02:55.90]And as tough as a tree will Bill [03:01.56]Like a tree he'll grow [03:02.82]With his head held high [03:05.06]And his feet planted firm on the ground [03:06.86] [03:09.11]And you won't see nobody dare to try [03:13.22]To boss or toss him around [03:16.48]No fat-bottomed flabby-faced pot-bellied [03:20.68]Baggy-eyed bastard'll boss [03:21.73]Him around [03:27.50] [03:28.08]And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss daughter [03:31.27]A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water [03:34.25]Who'll give him a peck [03:35.49]And call it a kiss [03:37.20]And look in his eyes through a lorgnet [03:40.85] [03:42.43]Say why am I talking on like this [03:46.45]My kid ain't even been born yet