Dirty Hands, Dirty Face - Judy Garland, Nelson Riddle & His Orchestra

Wonderful pals are always hard to find

Some folks have one, some folks have none

And I was alone for years, but fate was kind

And in the end, sent me a friend

Although he’s not much higher than my knee

Still he’s the greatest thing on earth to me

Dirty hands, dirty face

Leads the neighbours a chase

But his smile is as cute as can be

Making noise, breaking toys

He’s always fighting the boys

But his eyes, they’re a vision to see

And when my work is done

Coming home from the setting sun

To the gate he will start to run

And then I’ll kiss my boy

Dirty hands, dirty face

Little devil, that’s what they say

But to me he’s an angel of joy

Dirty hands, dirty face

Leads the neighbours a chase

But his smile, his little smile, is as cute as can be

Making noise, breaking toys, Ha-ha-ha

He’s always fighting the boys

But his eyes, they’re his Mother’s

And they’re a vision to me

And when my work is done

Coming home, coming home to the setting sun

From the gate he’ll start to run

And then, Ohhh!

I’ll kiss my boy

Dirty hands, dirty face

Little devil, that’s what they say

But to me he’s an angel of joy