Betty Hutton

His Rocking Horse Ran Away [From and the Angels Sing]
I must sit down for a minute, I'm ready to fall in a heapWillie's been fed and I've tucked him in bed, thank goodness the darling's asleepHe's a wonderful boy and a joy and a boonBang went the bridge lamp, down went the table, crash went the china trayBut he said "I couldn't help it, my rocking horse ran away!"Rip rip went the curtain, wham went the window, crunch went the new buffetAnd I heard him tell his daddy "My rocking horse ran away"Somehow Indians got into our front roomOur cowboy grabbed for his gun and went boom, boom, boom, boom, boomSlam went the screen door, smash went the mirror, looks like I'll soon be grayBut he smiles and what's the difference and maybe some Mother's DayI'll remember when his rocking horse ran awayGot up early this morning, wore a flimsy negligeeHad to hurry to fix the breakfast and get daddy on his wayFigured I could get the paper, so the neighbors wouldn't seeSo I sneaked out on the porch, very, very quietlyWham went the dish pan, then came a holler, up went the neighbor's shadeIt was Mother's little darling, out on a commando raidCame home late from a picture. I was tired, my shoes were tightTook off my stockings, dropped my girdleGot undressed and pulled the light. boy!SongtexteSlipped into my night gown, then tiptoed across the floorBetter have a look at Junior, so I peeked into his doorClang, clang, clang went a cowbell, whee went a whistle, I nearly had a strokeIt was mother's precious baby, just havin' his little jokeAlways just when I'm breathin' a peaceful sighThere's G-Men, coppers and robbers and hi-yo silver!Bam went the book case, boot went the fruit bowl, boom went the glass bouquetBut he smiles and what's the difference and maybe some mother's dayI'll remember when, bang went the lamp, down went the tableCrash went the tray, rip rip went the curtain, wham went a windowClang went a bell, whee went a whistle, bam went a pan, slam went a doorOn that eventful day, when his rocking horse ran away Aus Songtexte Mania