Stan Freberg - That's My Boy lyrics

What do I treasure most of all I possess? It isn't fame or fortune, I must confess It's not a house, it's not a book, it's not a precious stone It's just a little curly head that I call my own Just take a look, ah, that's my boy Why, he's his daddy's little pride and joy The keeper of the keys to my heart Now, what's he gonna do with that poison dart? Just take a look, ah, that's my lad Why, I'm in Heaven when he calls me 'Dad.' He's all in life I'll ever desire See how cute, he sets the mailman on fire! Little rascal, with his tousled hair Always seems so full of life Tiny footsteps, scampering here and there Just see how proudly he carries that knife! When he's not giving Daddy a hug You'll find him pouring acid on the rug. Cute! He's just an angel with an axe for a toy Ha ha, that's my boy Oh, just take a look, ah, that's my child Why, to call him bright would be just putting it mild He'll talk to you in words just as plain See how clear he says, "Derail the train!" To me that little scamp can do no wrong He comes a-running when I call. Look at that! He's so busy-busy all day long Now who's he gone and cemented up inside that wall?! He falls in love with anything live He wants a colt for Christmas - Colt .45! I'm mighty proud to call him my son Ha ha, look at him load that gun. Got his own little shoulder holster! I'm mighty thankful for what I've got But I'm sure glad he's such a lousy shot Take a look - missed me! That's my boy!