| When you’re the father of boys,
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| How you worry,
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| But when you’re the father of girls,
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| You do more than that,
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| You pray!
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| From the time of diaper and pin,
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| Till the time they cry, don’t come in!
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| Till the time you gown them in white,
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| And give them away,
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| You worry, you worry,
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| You worry, night and day!
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| When she’s a plain little girl,
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| How you worry,
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| But when she’s a beautiful thing,
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| You do more than that,
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| You pray!
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| Boys come round when they want a date,
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| Girls may only stay home and wait,
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| When she’s out you sit up all night,
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| With her first baby toy!
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| You trust her, but worry,
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| Cause you were once a boy!
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| When you’re the father of boys,
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| How you worry,
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| But when you’re the father of girls,
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| You do more than that,
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| You pray! |