Wonderful pals are always hard to find Some folks have one, some folks have none And I was alone for years, but fate was kind
And in the end, sent me a friend Although he's not much higher than my knee Still he's the greatest thing on earth for me
Dirty hands! dirty face! Leads the neighbors a chase But his smile is as cute as can be
Making noise, breaking toys He's always fighting the boys But his eyes, they're a vision to see
And when my work is done Coming home from the setting sun At the gate he will start to run And then I'll kiss my boy
Dirty hands! dirty face! Little devil, that's what they say But to me he's an angel of joy
Dirty hands! dirty face! Leads the neighbors a chase But his smile, his little smile, is as cute as can be
Making noise, breaking toys He's always fighting the boys But his eyes, they're his Mother's And they're a vision to me
And when my work is done Coming home, coming home to the setting sun From the gate he'll start to run And then, ohh, I'll kiss my boy
Dirty hands! dirty face! Little devil, that's what they say But to me he's an angel of joyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
