Boy Wanted

Introd.: F Bdim C7 F [Verso 1] F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 I've just finished writing an advertisement Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 Calling for a boy F C7 No half-hearted Romeo or flirt F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 Is meant that's the kind I'd not employ Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 Though anybody interested can apply F C7 He must know a thing to qualify. Or instance F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 He must be able to dance he must make life a romance Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I said a boy wanted one who can smile F C7 Boy wanted lovable style He must be tender and true F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 He must be teder and and he must know how to woo Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I know we'll get acquainted mighty soon, out in F C7 A garden 'neath a harvest moon F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 And if he proves to be the right little laddie Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I'll make him glad he'll answer my ad F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 To be the boy of my choice, He needn't own a Rolls Royce Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 The kind of boy wanted Needn't have gold F C7 Boy wanted Mustn't be cold If he has oodles of charm F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 I'll even life on a farm if he fits into my picture of a home Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I'll be so nice he'll never have to roam Yes, F C7 If he proves to be the right little laddie Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I'll make him Glad He answered my ad F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 He must like musical shows, and he must wear snappy clothes Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 Yes, that is my story, and to it I'll stick; there's no Glory F C7 In having a hick He must know how to say "Yes! When I look F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 At a new dress. oh, I'll be ready when the right one calls Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 And I'll start vamping Him until he falls and if F C7 He subsidises me Oh, sweet daddy Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I'll make him glad He answered my ad F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 The movies he must avoid, he'll know his Nietzsche and Freud Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 I said a boy wanted, One who knows books; Boy wanted F C7 Needn't have looks Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 He must be such a saint, But, Oh! he dassent say 'ain't' F C7 F C7sus F F7M F7 I don't care if his bankroll totals naught, For we can live on love Bbm Gm7 C13 F Dm Gm7 C7 And food for thought. If he's a scholar, when I see him I'll holler F C7 F 'My lad, I'm glad you answered my ad'