It’s a Boy

Lyrics

[CLEM, spoken] Here is is Tuesday, November 4th, 1879 And here I am Clement V. Rogers, the father of six lovely daughters Waitin' nervously for the birth of my first son Yippie-yay! Yippie-eye! I hit the old bullseye! (singing) Hooray, hooray, hooray At last, it's a boy Hey, I got me a boy Step right up, it's a boy I got a son and an heir [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] What else can compare? [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] I haven't a care I wanna sing hosannas Hooray, hooray Although I love all my girls Six is plenty of girls After all of those girls I gave it one extra shot [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] Kept praying a lot [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] And look what I got I'm passin' out Havanas Yippie-eye-yay He'll be the shine on the family name Yippie-eye-yay His pa's a rancher, so he'll be the same With cattle standin' out yonder for miles around That's why I'm handin' the smokes and the smiles around Hooray, hooray, hooray At last, it's a male And his powerful wail Says he's hearty and hale And he'll be proud as can be [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] When he learns that he [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] Is part Cherokee like his pa My hopes no longer are slim I'm way out on a limb Hopes are riding on him And he'll grow up to be a hell of a man I'll make him a man A hell of a man like yours truly Hooray, hooray, hooray for my lucky star [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] Have a cigar [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] I'm jumpin' for joy [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] At last, it's a boy You gotta keep tryin' [CLEM & GIRLS] At last, it's a boy [WILL, spoken] Well, now that I'm thirteen years old, I got some bad news [CLEM, spoken] Oh Lord, son, don't tell me you were expelled again [WILL, spoken] I'm sorry, pa The principal and I just couldn't agree on how to run that school [CLEM, spoken] You gotta get an education, boy So you'll never have to worry about endin' up in the congress [GIRLS] Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear How time hurries by Little Will's a big guy And he don't even try to get along with our pa Won't listen to pa Well, livin' with pa That ain't no bed of roses [WILL, spoken] Well, now that I'm nineteen years old, I'm goin' down to the Argentine [CLEM, spoken] The Argentine? [WILL, spoken] I hear they got work down there for cowboys That's what I aim to be [CLEM, spoken] I always counted on you stayin' here and runnin' this ranch [WILL, spoken] Aw, it ain't in me to run anything, pa Why can't I do with my life what I want to? [CLEM, spoken] I recon you will, son But I wouldn't be a good father if I didn't make it as difficult as possible (singing) Hooray, hooray Some dirty work has been done He can't be the real one Can't be Clem Rogers' son He says he don't wanna ranch He's some rotten branch Must be part Comanche for sure To Argentina he'll steam What a crackpotted scheme It's the end of my dream Cuz he will never be that hell of a man A looked up to man A hell of a man like yours truly But what the hey-dee-hey, I still got six girls [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] Six milliin curls [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] I'm jumpin' for joy [GIRLS] Woo-hoo! [CLEM] Goodbye, Willie boy And don't write for money [CLEM & GIRLS] Goodbye, Willie boy