Papa's Blue Eyed Boy

Another cheeky little cheesy country song I thought I'd throw in the mix. The expression blue eyed boy means to be someone's favourite, I also saw it as someone who couldn't do anything wrong. Once again I got the title for this song the summer before I came to Guildford which was two and a half years ago. I didn't write the song until last year. The idea came when someone started paying me a bit of attention (face glowing scarlet in horror as I type) I had wondered what would happen if they started to try their luck...well I thought I would lay my faults down in hopes to scare them away mwhaha, so that's what this song basically is, a list of all my faults!! It's a rather fun song to sing especially when we throw in the doo doo's after the chorus. The first verse never happened!! I just wanted to set the scenery for the song, I'm sorry if this ruins the image for you!!

p.s. by fag I mean cigarette not a gay man...I've touched many of them (sigh!! embarrassing awful joke)

Verse 1
The moon was low the stars were fading
Out all night now the day is breaking
Watching me, in your eyes
I saw the love light come to life
Got your heart and your attention
I whisper low “what’s your intention”
You drop your eyes and test your luck
And say “I’ll show you what a real man’s made of”

Chorus
Why O’ what do you see in me,
I speak to fast and I miss my T’s
Never touched a fag never had a drink
And I say my prayers before I sleep
A little loud a lot un-cool
The way I look ain’t natural
If you see my bro you’ll want him I’m sure
He’s my papa’s blue eyed boy

Verse 2
The dance floor isn’t my best friend
And when I’m out I want home again
Cos I prefer the quiet nights in
Hot drink and a movie in my bed
I read too much I often swear
Spend an hour in the morning fixing my hair
Then an hour in the eve in the tub upstairs
If that’s too much what do I care
                                                                                                                                                   
Chorus
Why O’ what do you see in me,
I speak to fast and I miss my T’s
Never touched a fag never had a drink
And I say my prayers before I sleep
A little loud a lot un-cool
The way I look ain’t natural
If you see my bro you’ll want him I’m sure
He’s my papa’s blue eyed boy

Mid 8
I’m laying it down as plain as paint
As it is, cos it ain’t gonna change
                                                                                                                                         
Chorus
Why O’ what do you see in me,
I speak to fast and I miss my T’s
Never touched a fag never had a drink
And I say my prayers before I sleep
A little loud a lot un-cool
The way I look ain’t natural
If you see my bro you’ll want him I’m sure
He’s my papa’s blue eyed boy

Karl Smitherman © 2011 published 2012