Ive just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted romeo or flirt is meant;
Thats the kind Id not employ.
Though anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing or two to qualify.
For instance:
He must be able to dance.
He must make life a romance.
I said a boy wanted,
One who can smile;
Boy wanted, lovable style.
He must know how to say "yes!"
When I look at a new dress.
Oh, Ill be ready when the right one calls,
And Ill start vamping him until he falls;
Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie,
Ill make him glad he answered my ad.
He must like musical shows,
And he must wear snappy clothes.
Yes, that is my story,
And to it Ill stick;
No glory
In having a hick.
He neednt be such a saint,
But, oh! he dassent say aint.
I dont care if his bankroll totals naught,
For we can live on love and food for thought.
If hes a scholar, when I see him Ill holler,
My lad, Im glad you answered my ad!
Transcribed by todd peach <todd@thepeaches.com>
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Original version:
Verse:
Ive just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted romeo or flirt is meant;
Thats the kind Id not employ.
Though anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing to qualify.
For instance:
Refrain 1:
Teddy:
He must be able to dance.
He must make life a romance.
I said a boy wanted,
One who can smile;
Boy wanted,
Lovable style.
He must be tender and true,
And he must know how to woo.
I know well get acquainted mighty soon,
Out in a garden neath a harvest moon;
And if he proves to be the right little laddie,
Ill make him glad
Hell answer my ad!
Refrain 2:
Toots:
To be the boy of my choice,
He neednt own a rolls royce.
The kind of boy wanted*
Neednt have gold;
Boy wanted,
Mustnt be cold.
If he has oodles of charm,
Ill even life on a farm.
If he fits into my picture of a home,
Ill be so nice hell never have to roam.**
Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie,
Ill make him glad
He answered my ad.
Refrain 3:
Babe:
He must like musical shows,
And he must wear snappy clothes.
Yes, that is my story,
And to it Ill stick;
Theres no glory
In having a hick.
He must know how to say "yes!"***
When I look at a new dress.
Oh, Ill be ready when the right one calls,
And Ill start vamping him until he falls;
And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy!
Ill make him glad
He answered my ad!
Refrain 4:
Bunny:
The movies he must avoid,
Hell know his nietzsche and freud.
I said a boy wanted,
One who knows books;
Boy wanted
Neednt have looks.
He must be such a saint,
But, oh! he dassent say aint.
I dont care if his bankroll totals naught,
For we can live on love and food for thought.
If hes a scholar, when I see him Ill holler,
my lad, Im glad
You answered my ad!
*alternative version of this line: the sort of boy wanted
** alternative version of this line: ill be so nice hell never care
To roam
*** alternative version of refrain 3, lines 7-8:
and so his boots mustnt squeak;
And he must love like a sheik.
Primrose version:
Verse:
Ive just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted romeo or flirt is meant;
Thats the kind I wont employ.
Though anybody interested can apply,
He must know a thing to qualify.
For instance:
Refrain 1:
To have a ghost of a chance,
He must be able to dance.
The sort of boy wanted
Must have a smile
Boy wanted,
Lovable style.
He must be tender and true,
And if he knows what to do,
I think Ill learn to love him very soon;
Ill want him morning, night and afternoon.
So if you know of one whos wanting employment,
Just tell him that
Im wanting a boy!
Refrain 2:
To be the boy of my choice,
Hes got to own a rolls royce.
He must be quite reckless
Buying me things:
Pearl necklace,
Diamond rings.
He must be ready to pay
A dozen bills evry day.
Ill simply smothing him with tender care
If I could find a multimillionaire.
So if you could seen one dining at the savoy-oh!
Just tell him
Im wanting a boy!
Refrain 3:
I wont have anyone small,
He must be handsome and tall.
I said a boy wanted,
Beautifully dressed;
Boy wanted,
Trousers well pressed.
He must have wonderful eyes;
He must wear wonderful ties.
I want a boy wholl always look as though
Hes only just come out of savile row.
So if some paris wants a helen of troy-oh!
Just tell him that
Im wanting a boy.
