Lyrics:

What do I treasure most of all I possess?
It isn't fame or fortune, I must confess
It's not a house, it's not a book, it's not a precious stone
It's just a little curly head that I call my own
Just take a look, ah, that's my boy
Why, he's his daddy's little pride and joy
The keeper of the keys to my heart
Now, what's he gonna do with that poison dart?
Just take a look, ah, that's my lad
Why, I'm in Heaven when he calls me 'Dad.'
He's all in life I'll ever desire
See how cute, he sets the mailman on fire!
Little rascal, with his tousled hair
Always seems so full of life
Tiny footsteps, scampering here and there
Just see how proudly he carries that knife!
When he's not giving Daddy a hug
You'll find him pouring acid on the rug. Cute!
He's just an angel with an axe for a toy
Ha ha, that's my boy
Oh, just take a look, ah, that's my child
Why, to call him bright would be just putting it mild
He'll talk to you in words just as plain
See how clear he says, \'Derail the train!\'
To me that little scamp can do no wrong
He comes a-running when I call. Look at that!
He's so busy-busy all day long
Now who's he gone and cemented up inside that wall?!
He falls in love with anything live
He wants a colt for Christmas - Colt .45!
I'm mighty proud to call him my son
Ha ha, look at him load that gun. Got his own little shoulder holster!
I'm mighty thankful for what I've got
But I'm sure glad he's such a lousy shot
Take a look - missed me! That's my boy!