Iâve just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted romeo or flirt is meant;
Thatâs the kind Iâd 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, Iâll be ready when the right one calls,
And Iâll start vamping him until he falls;
Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie,
Iâll 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 Iâll stick;
No glory
In having a hick.
He neednât be such a saint,
But, oh! he dassent say âainât.â
I donât care if his bankroll totals naught,
For we can live on love and food for thought.
If heâs a scholar, when I see him Iâll holler,
My lad, Iâm glad you answered my ad!â
Transcribed by todd peach <todd@thepeaches.com>
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Original version:
Verse:
Iâve just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted romeo or flirt is meant;
Thatâs the kind Iâd 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 weâll get acquainted mighty soon,
Out in a garden âneath a harvest moon;
And if he proves to be the right little laddie,
Iâll make him glad
Heâll answer my ad!
Refrain 2:
Toots:
To be the boy of my choice,
He neednât own a rolls royce.
The kind of boy wanted*
Neednât have gold;
Boy wanted,
Mustnât be cold.
If he has oodles of charm,
Iâll even life on a farm.
If he fits into my picture of a home,
Iâll be so nice heâll never have to roam.**
Yes, if he proves to be the right little laddie,
Iâll 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 Iâll stick;
Thereâs no glory
In having a hick.
He must know how to say "yes!"***
When I look at a new dress.
Oh, Iâll be ready when the right one calls,
And Iâll start vamping him until he falls;
And if he subsidises me, oh, sweet daddy!
Iâll make him glad
He answered my ad!
Refrain 4:
Bunny:
The movies he must avoid,
Heâll know his nietzsche and freud.
I said a boy wanted,
One who knows books;
Boy wanted
Neednât have looks.
He must be such a saint,
But, oh! he dassent say âainât.â
I donât care if his bankroll totals naught,
For we can live on love and food for thought.
If heâs a scholar, when I see him Iâll holler,
âmy lad, Iâm glad
You answered my ad!â
*alternative version of this line: âthe sort of boy wantedâ
** alternative version of this line: âiâll be so nice heâll never care
To roamâ
*** alternative version of refrain 3, lines 7-8:
âand so his boots mustnât squeak;
And he must love like a sheik.â
Primrose version:
Verse:
Iâve just finished writing an advertisement
Calling for a boy.
No half-hearted romeo or flirt is meant;
Thatâs the kind I wonât 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 Iâll learn to love him very soon;
Iâll want him morning, night and afternoon.
So if you know of one whoâs wanting employment,
Just tell him that
Iâm wanting a boy!
Refrain 2:
To be the boy of my choice,
Heâs 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 evâry day.
Iâll 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
Iâm wanting a boy!
Refrain 3:
I wonât 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 whoâll always look as though
Heâs only just come out of savile row.
So if some paris wants a helen of troy-oh!
Just tell him that
Iâm wanting a boy.