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Daddy-O |
Daddy-o (daddy-o), sure good lookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o), always cookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o), ready to go
All the girls are batty
Over Daddy-o
You couldn't call him handsome
But he's loaded with style
Always wears a T-shirt
And a great big smile
Something 'bout this crazy kid
We all love so
When he's around
The girls all holler Daddy-o
Daddy-o (daddy-o)sure good lookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o)always cookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o)ready to go
All the girls are batty
Over Daddy-o
Got a big convertible
Fire engine red
Howlin' and a prowlin'
As it goes to bed
He's really Mr Big
To all the kids in school
Everybody knows
Daddy-o's real cool
Daddy-o (daddy-o), sure good lookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o), always cookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o), ready to go
All the girls are batty
Over Daddy-o
You never have to see him
To know that he's around
He's got a set of horns
With the craziest sound
The girls start in jivin'
When they hear him blow
They all jump and holler
Here's Daddy-o
Daddy-o (daddy-o), sure good lookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o), always cookin'
Daddy-o (daddy-o), ready to go
All the girls are batty
Over Daddy-o
All the girls are batty
Over Daddy-o
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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