My Proud Pa

I'SPOSE the big head bendin' over my crib Is my Pa. I 'spose that wiseacre whose talk is so glib Is my Pa. I've not been here long—my days are but three, But there's something that even a baby can see, An' the man who takes all of the credit for me Is my Pa. I 'spose that the man with the hat that won't fit Is my Pa. I 'spose that the fellow who thinks he is it Is my Pa. He's a little guy, too, but as proud as can be, An' the wonderful lady an' I both agree That the one who takes all of the credit for me Is my Pa. I 'spose that the man with that face-stretching grin Is my Pa. I 'spose that the short chap, so terribly thin Is my Pa. My Ma is that wonderful lady in white, Her voice is as sweet as an angel at night, Now I'm next to that proud little geezer, all right! He's my Pa.