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Dah-dah-dah-dah-dee

Round in circles

Here. You'll be wantin'

an advance on your salary.

That's only fair. Now, you been

out of work a long time.

Go home, Mrs. Mullin.

Well, what's the matter with you?

Go on back to your carousel. Go on. Go on!

- You mean you ain't comin' back with me?

- Good-bye, Mrs. Mullin.

What did she tell you?

Some lies about me, I'll bet.

- No.

- I...

Nothin' about you.

It was about me and Julie and...

As a matter of fact, Mrs. Mullin...

I'm gonna be a father.

You? You, a father?

Good-bye, Mrs. Mullin.

- Hey, Jigger.

- Ah.

Jigger! Julie's gonna have a baby.

Well, what about it?

Nothin'.

My mother had a baby once.

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 feller's father

Well, I can!

I'll bet that he'll turn out to be

The spitan' image of his Dad

But he'll have more common sense

Than his puddin' headed

father ever had

I'll teach him to wrestle

and dive through a wave

When we go in the morning'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! 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'll

boss him around!

I don't give a hang 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, a hammerin' 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 the heavyweights

Or a feller that sells you glue

Or President of the United States

That'd be alright 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 him or toss him around!

No fat bottomed,

flabby faced, potbellied

Baggy eyed bully'll boss him around

And I'm hanged

if he'll marry his boss's daughter

A skinny lipped lady

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 takin' on like this?

My kid ain't even been born yet

I can see him when

he's seventeen or so

And startin' in 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?

Aw, Bill.

Bill.

What would I do with her?

What could I do for her?

A bum with... With no money.

You can have fun with a son

But you got to be a father

To a girl!

She mightn't be so bad as that

A kid with ribbons in her hair!

A kind of 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 every 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!

Wish you could come, Julie.

I'd rather stay home, really.

You go and have yourself a good time.

Julie! Julie?

Julie?

Thought you'd gone.

I ain't goin' on the clambake, Billy.

What do you mean, you ain't goin'?

Course you're goin'. We're both goin'.

- But you said...

- Forget it.

I mean, that was before.

Gotta have a celebration, ain't we?

Oh, Billy, I'm so glad.

I'll see if Carrie and Mr. Snow

have room for us.

Oh, but... But you wouldn't

wanna go with them, would you?

Why, sure I would.

You're puttin' the craziest

ideas into my head.

First I don't wanna go on a clambake

and now I don't wanna go

with Carrie and Mr. Snow.

- Go on. Ask him. Go on.

- All right, Billy.

Change your mind, huh?

- Yeah.

- Good. Get the knife?

No, I haven't got it. No.

Don't worry about it, mate.

Here's your coat.

Billy! Billy! It's all right.

- Come on!

- Comin', Julie.

See you later, mate.

- Mr. Snow.

- Hello, Bigelow.

Cast off the stern line.

Julie...

After the baby's born,

maybe we could go to San Francisco.

- We'll take the kid with us, of course.

- Sure, Billy. Sure.

You think I'm just talkin', huh? You'll see.

Carrie, can you imagine how it'll be

when all the kids are asleep upstairs?

You and me sit alone in the firelight.

Me in my armchair,

you on my knee maybe?

Maybe.

When the children are asleep

we'll sit and dream

The things that every other

dad and mother dream

When the children are asleep

and lights are low

If I still love you the

way I love you today

You'll pardon my saying

"I told you so!"

When the children are asleep

I'll dream with you

We'll think what fun we have had

And be glad that it all came true!

When the children are asleep

we'll sit and dream

- Dream all alone

- The things that every other

Dad and mother dream

Dreams that won't be interrupted

When the children are asleep

and lights are low

Lo! And behold

If I still love you

The way I love you today

You'll pardon my saying

"I told you so!"

When the children are asleep

I'll dream with you

You'll dream with me

We'll think what fun we have had

And be glad that it all came true!

When today is a long time ago

You'll still hear me say

That the best dream I know

Is home

When the children are asleep

I'll dream with you

Butter's melted.

Thanks, Carrie.

This was a real nice clambake

We're mighty glad we came

The vittles we et were good,

you bet!

The company was the same

Our hearts are warm

Our bellies are full

And we are feelin' prime

This was a real nice clambake

And we all had a real good time!

Remember when we raked

them red-hot lobsters

Out of the driftwood fire?

They sizzled and crackled

and sputtered a song

Fittin for an Angels' choir

Fitten for an angels'

Fitten for an angels'

Fitten for an angels' choir

We slit 'em down the back

and peppered 'em good

And doused 'em in melted butter

Then we tore away the claws

and cracked 'em with our teeth

'Cause we weren't in

the mood to putter!

Fitten for an angels'

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