A Headache and a Heartache
They're a headache and a heartache
They're a great big question mark
If you think you understand them
You're whistling in the dark
Just whistling in the dark
Hardly angels, hardly devils
Guess you'd call them half and half
Somewhere in between a headache,
A heartache, and a laugh
A heartache and a laugh
They bristle at advice
And balk at your suggestions
Know all the answers
Before you ask the questions
Does it occur to you
Once you were that way too?
They're a headache and a heartache
Oh they put you through the mill
Though you're afraid they'll never grow up
You're more afraid they will
More afraid they will
You buy yourself a hat
A stick-pin or cravat
And ten to one the boy is going to razz 'em
With patronizing smile
He'll say they're out of style
But in a little while he has 'em
I suppose I should be thankful, after all
At last my shoes are just a size too small
He's like a bird in flight
He's gone from morn til night
Just drops in now and then for you to feed him
But brains he doesn't lack
He has his father's knack
Of disappearing when you need him
A sweeter kid you couldn't hope to meet
But you've got to take the bitter with the sweet
They're a headache and a heartache
Heaven only knows the cures
But after all, you know you love them
You love them cause they're yours
After all, they're yours
They're a great big question mark
If you think you understand them
You're whistling in the dark
Just whistling in the dark
Hardly angels, hardly devils
Guess you'd call them half and half
Somewhere in between a headache,
A heartache, and a laugh
A heartache and a laugh
They bristle at advice
And balk at your suggestions
Know all the answers
Before you ask the questions
Does it occur to you
Once you were that way too?
They're a headache and a heartache
Oh they put you through the mill
Though you're afraid they'll never grow up
You're more afraid they will
More afraid they will
You buy yourself a hat
A stick-pin or cravat
And ten to one the boy is going to razz 'em
With patronizing smile
He'll say they're out of style
But in a little while he has 'em
I suppose I should be thankful, after all
At last my shoes are just a size too small
He's like a bird in flight
He's gone from morn til night
Just drops in now and then for you to feed him
But brains he doesn't lack
He has his father's knack
Of disappearing when you need him
A sweeter kid you couldn't hope to meet
But you've got to take the bitter with the sweet
They're a headache and a heartache
Heaven only knows the cures
But after all, you know you love them
You love them cause they're yours
After all, they're yours
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Writer(s): Kim Gannon, Walter Kent
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