I tickle him under the chin—just so— And I say, "Please can't I, dad?" Then I kiss his mouth so he can't say no To his own little black-eyed lad.
I want to skate, and oh, what a fuss For fear I'll break through the ice! This woman that keeps our house for us, She isn't what I call nice.
She wants a boy to be just like a girl, To play in the house all day, Keep his face all clean and his hair in curl, But dad doesn't think that way.
I tickle him under the chin—just so— And I say, "Please can't I, dad?" Then I kiss his mouth so he can't say no To his own little black-eyed lad.
"You're growing so big," says my dad to me. "Soon be a man, I suppose, Too big to climb on your old dad's knee And toast your ten little toes."
Then his voice it gets the funniest shake, And oh, but he hugs me tight! I say, when I can't keep my eyes awake, "Let me sleep with you to-night."
I tickle him under the chin—just so— And I say, "Please can't I, dad?" Then I kiss his mouth so he can't say no To his own little black-eyed lad.