Soliloquy chords by Sarah Brightman

Intro: Bm E9 Bm E9

Bm             E9        Bm        E9
I wonder what he'll think of me! I guess he'll call me old man"
        D           A7 D          A7  D   F#7
I guess he'll think I can lick ev'ry other feller's father well, I can!
 Bm             E9       Bm      E9
I bet that he'll turn out to be the spittin' image of his dad
        D
But he'll have more common sense
      A7 D        A7  D
Than his pudding headed father ever had
   Bm
I'll teach him to wrassle, and dive through
        Bm7             E9
A wave when we go in the mornin's for our swim
   Am
His mother can teach him the way to behave,
     Am7           B7/13-
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
  E7/9-     Am9     D7M E5-/7 A7+/9- D6
Not him!  Not my boy!  Not Bill!       Bill!
G    G6     Am7       D7    G6 G#dim D7
My boy Bill! I will see that he is named after me, I  will
G    G6       Am7    D7    G6  Bdim Am7
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall and tough as a tree, will  Bill,
D7    G            B7
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
     Em           A9
And his feet planted firm on the ground
     D    G7M   D   G6   D   A7   D
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!
D9 G      Am7    G7M   D7       G C6 G C6 G C6 G C6
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around
  G      C6      G  C6
I don't give a damn what he does
   G     C6     G   C6
As long as he does what he likes!
    G     C6   G     C6
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail
    G     C6   Bb    Eb6 Bb Eb6
With a hammer a hammering spikes!
    Bb   Eb6    Bb  Eb6
He can ferry a boat on a river
  Bb    Eb6    Bb  Eb6  D7
Or peddle a pack on his back  or work up and down
   G            D7
The streets of a town with a whip and a horse
   G      Gm      A7
And a hack he can haul a scow along a canal
 Gm     A7        F#m       Ab7
Run a cow around a corral or maybe bark for a carrousel
  F#m           D7
Of course it takes talent to do that well
  G     C6      G   C6
He might be a champ of the heavyweights
   G      C6    G   C6
Or a feller that sells you glue
  Em7       A7      C    D5-/7   G
Or President of the United States that'd be all right, too
Am7          D7
His mother would like that
          G6                Ddim D7
But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be not Bill!
G    G6      Am7      D7    G6  Ddim Am7
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall and as tough as a tree, will Bill!
 D7   G            B7
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
     Em           A9
And his feet planted firm on the ground
    D     G   D    G6    D   A7    D
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!
D9 G       Am7      G
No fat bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied,
Am7    G7M     D7    Am7
Baggy-eyed bastard'll boss him around!
      Am
And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss'
      Am7
Daughter a skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
    F6
Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss
   E7     Gm6       G
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette
E7  Am                Am7 Dm  C  E7  Am
Say, why am I talkin' on like this? My kid ain't even been born, yet!
F7      F6       F7     F6
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
  F7     F6    F7  F6
And startin' to go with a girl!
F7       F6        F7     F6
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
    Gb6     Abm6   Gb6
On the way to get 'round any girl
F7       F6       F7
I can tell him wait a minute! Could it be?
     Gm7       C7  Am D9 Am  D9
What the hell! What if he is a girl?  Bill,  oh Bill
Am            D9
What would I do with her? What could
       Am          D9
I do for her? A bum with no money!
       C
You can have fun with a son,
    G7 C        G7  C  E7
But you got to be a father to a girl
  Am          D9       Am       D9
She mighn't be so bad at that a kid with ribbons in her hair!
     C           G7 C
A kind o' neat and petite little tin-type
        G7   C  Bb C7
Of her mother! What a pair,
I can just hear myself bragging about her!
F        A7         Gm         C7/13 C7
My little girl pink and white as peaches and cream is she
F         Bb      F     Gm     Gm7   C5-/7 C7
My little girl is half again as bright as girls are meant to be!
Am7      F   Bb C7 Am7    F  E7/A E7
Dozens of boys  pursue her, many a likely lad
 A         Bm9 E7  A7      D7  G7/13 C7
Does what he can to woo her from her faithful dad
 F      A7          Gm         C7/13 C7
She has a few pink and white young fellers of two and three
  F          Bb      F   G9 F    C7   F
But my little girl gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me!
  B         Eb
I got to get ready before she comes!
Bb7M            Gb      Bbm
I got to make certain that she won't be dragged up in slums
Bbm7  Gb     Ebm F    Bb         Dm  Bb
With a lot o' bums like me she's got to be sheltered  and fed and dressed
Dm   Bb     Dm   Bb  Eb7M    Ebm    Bb
In the best money  can buy! I never knew how to get money
Bbdim   F7   Bdim    Bbm F
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
   Bb    Eb  F    Bb7M      Eb      Bb Db F7 Bb
I'll go out and make it or steal it or take it or die!