When you're the father of boys,
How you worry,
But when you're the father of girls,
You do more than that,
You pray!
From the time of diaper and pin,
And give them away,
You worry, you worry,
You worry, night and day!
When she's a plain little girl,
How you worry,
But when she's a beautiful thing,
You do more than that,
You pray!
Boys come
Girls may only stay home and wait,
When she's out you sit up all night,
With her first baby toy!
You trust her, but worry,
When you're the father of boys,
How you worry,
But when you're the father of girls,
You do more than that,
You pray!
