Cross-Eyed Papa 1923

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 25 Apr 2007
2007

Daddies come Daddies go
it's all a triflin' game.
But I found me some one
who's triflin' days are done.
Night and day he does play
on ev'ry string in my heart.
He's no Valentino prize
but he takes the leadin' part

I've got a

Crosseyed Papa but he looks straight to me
that's why I'm happy.
I know that he looks crooked
but he's got honesty
and when he wriggles his eyes
I just can't realize
what a wonderful prize is my baby.
He can't read he can't write
but he's got a way that spells dynamite.
My lovin' crosseyes Papa
has got me up a tree
and he knows it.
He's on the level with all his deviltry
I'm through with twotime Dans
and their alibis
give me my man with naughty twotime eyes
I've got a crosseyed Papa
but he looks straight to me.

I've got a

Crosseyed Papa but he looks straight to me
that's why I'm happy.
I know that he looks crooked
but he's got honesty
and when he wriggles his eyes
I just can't realize
what a wonderful prize is my baby.
He can't sing he can't dance
but he knows a lot about sweet romance.
My lovin' crosseyed Papa
he never crosses me
sweet as sugar.
I'm so delighted, I'm all exciited,
gee and ev'ry time I'm blue
and the clouds look black
he starts to cry and tears roll down his back,
I've got a crosseyed Papa
but he looks straight to me.

Daddies true are so few
that's why I carry a smile,
I know I can't be wrong
I'm right where I belong,
he's the kind hard to find
takes all my worries away.
He's got ev'ry little thing
simply forces me to stay

I've got a

Crosseyed Papa but he looks straight to me
that's why I'm happy.
I know that he looks crooked
but he's got honesty
and when he wriggles his eyes
I just can't realize
what a wonderful prize is my baby.
He can't read he can't write
but he's got a way that spells dynamite.
My lovin' crosseyes Papa
has got me up a tree
and he knows it.
He's on the level with all his deviltry
I'm through with twotime Dans
and their alibis
give me my man with naughty twotime eyes
I've got a crosseyed Papa
but he looks straight to me.

I've got a

Crosseyed Papa but he looks straight to me
that's why I'm happy.
I know that he looks crooked
but he's got honesty
and when he wriggles his eyes
I just can't realize
what a wonderful prize is my baby.
He can't sing he can't dance
but he knows a lot about sweet romance.
My lovin' crosseyed Papa
he never crosses me
sweet as sugar.
I'm so delighted, I'm all exciited,
gee and ev'ry time I'm blue
and the clouds look black
he starts to cry and tears roll down his back,
I've got a crosseyed Papa
but he looks straight to me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Cross-Eyed Papa 1923
Music by Roy Ingraham
Lyrics by King Zany & Billy du Val
© MCMXXIII by M.Witmark & Sons
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Sometimes just the title of the song makes me take another look!
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 25 April 2007 at 10.04pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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