Writer(s): Rodgers/Hammerstein
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 wrassle
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. 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 or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll toss him around
I don't give a damn 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 canal
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 theheavyweights
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 unless he wanted 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 or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bastard'll boss
him around
And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss' daughter
A skinTricky :
Look who do I have to have and why
A city's child
Real mode- you have to talk about it
An old pro- still we're 'bout it, 'bout it
Don't frown about it
It's best you keep quiet
You could never lead a riot
Money don't make you a leader
A leader usually reads
Go read a book
He shaked then he shook
"I need that crack, I need that crack"
You're swingin' the pipe
Do what you like
Goin' "doom doom"
Reflect on the room
Reflect on your life
Go stab yourself with a knife
Bob Khaleel :
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Tricky:
Vengeance isn't mine
It taught to hate from time
Time isn't real
How much time can you kill?
Luca Brazzi
He sleeps with the fishes
Fuck sugar and spice
And girls with deadly kisses
Purr like a cat
Raising towers
I go over her house
For the most
I got diamonds on suits
A girl's erased diamonds with new shoes
Remember Hollywood
You could finally make deals
Screamin', "Nigger you can get these!"
Stereotypical
Almost mythical
Like Mickey Mouse
I'll blow down your house
Blow up your whole image
Hardcore musicians with image
Bob Khaleel :
Love
Tricky :
You're silver screen
You're a hardcore lovin' machine
You play hardcore with me
And sooner or later we'll see
Bob Khaleel :
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much time
Can you kill?
Reflect on your life
Time isn't real
How much tim