From First To Last — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Soliloquy
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Paroles
I wonder what he’ll think of me
I guess he’ll call me the «old man»
I guess he’ll think I can lick
Every other feller’s father
Well, I can!
I bet that he’ll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he’ll have more common sense
Than his puddin-headed father ever had
I’ll teach him to wrestle
And dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin’s for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won’t make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!
Bill, my boy Bill
I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He’ll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he’ll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won’t see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully
Will boss him around
I don’t give a hang what he does
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well
Aha-ha-ha-ha!
He might be a champ of the heavyweights
Or a feller that sells you glue
Or President of the United States
That’d be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn’t be President if he didn’t wanna be!
Not Bill!
My boy, Bill! He’ll be tall
And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he’ll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won’t see nobody dare to try
To boss him or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced
Pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully
Will boss him around
And I’m hanged if he’ll marry his boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who’ll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette…
Hey, why am I talkin' on like this?
My kid ain’t even been born, yet!
I can see him when he’s seventeen or so
And startin' to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
What if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl
She mightn’t be so bad at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' sweet and petite
Little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!
My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two or three
But my little girl
Gets hungry every night and she comes home to me!
I got to get ready before she comes!
I got to make certain that she
Won’t be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
She’s got to be sheltered
In a fair hand dressed
In the best that money can buy!
I never knew how to get money
But, I’ll try, I’ll try! I’ll try!
I’ll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die!
Traduction des paroles
Qui vais lui donner une peck
Et appelle ça un baiser
Et regarde dans ses yeux à travers une lorgnette…
Hey, pourquoi suis-je talkin' comme ça?
Mon enfant n'est pas encore né, et pourtant!
Je le vois quand il a dix sept ans
Et commencer à aller avec une fille
Je peux lui donner beaucoup de conseils, très sonore
Sur la façon d'obtenir une fille ronde
Je peux lui dire
Attendez une minute!
Pourrait-il être?
Ce que l'enfer!
Si il est une fille?
Que ferais-je avec lui?
Que pourrais-je faire pour elle?
Un clochard avec pas d'argent!
Vous pouvez vous amuser avec un fils
Mais tu dois être un père pour une fille
Elle ne serait pas si mal à ça
Un gamin avec des rubans dans les cheveux!
Une sorte o ' douce et petite
Petite étain-type de sa mère!
Quelle paire!
Ma petite fille
Rose et blanc
Comme les pêches et la crème est elle
Ma petite fille
Est à moitié aussi brillant
Comme les filles sont destinés à être!
Des dizaines de garçons la poursuivent
Beaucoup d'un garçon probable fait ce qu'il peut pour la courtiser
De son fidèle papa
Elle en a quelques uns
Rose et blanc jeunes fellers de deux ou trois
Mais ma petite fille
Elle a faim tous les soirs et elle rentre chez moi!
Je dois me préparer avant qu'elle ne vienne!
Je suis arrivé à faire certains qu'elle
Ne sera pas traîné dans les bidonvilles
Avec beaucoup de clochards comme moi
Elle doit être à l'abri
Dans une belle main habillée
Le mieux que l'argent peut acheter!
Je n'ai jamais su comment obtenir de l'argent
Mais, je vais essayer, je vais essayer! Je vais essayer!
Je vais sortir et le faire ou le voler
Ou le prendre ou mourir!