Boy Wanted

I've just finished writing an advertisement Calling for a boy No half hearted Romeo or flirt is meant That's the kind I'd not employ Though anybody interested can apply He must know a thing 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 be tender and true And he must know how to woo I know we'll get acquainted mighty soon Out in a garden 'neath a harvest moon And if he proves to be the right little laddie I'll make him glad He'll answer my ad To be the boy of my choice He needn't own a Rolls Royce The kind of boy wanted Needn't have gold Boy wanted Mustn't be cold If he has oodles of charm I'll even life on a farm if he fits into my picture of a home I'll be so nice he'll never have to roam Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie I'll 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 I'll stick There's no glory In having a hick He must know how to say Yes When I look at a new dress Oh, I'll be ready when the right one calls And I'll start vamping him until he falls And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy I'll make him glad He answered my ad The movies he must avoid He'll know his Nietzsche and Freud I said a boy wanted One who knows books Boy wanted Needn't have looks He must be such a saint But, Oh he dassent say 'ain't' I don't care if his bankroll totals naught For we can live on love and food for thought If he's a scholar, when I see him I'll holler 'My lad, I'm glad You answered my ad'