My Heart Belongs To Daddy

music and lyric by Cole Porter

I used to fall in love with all those boys who maul refined ladies.

But now I tell each young gazelle to go to hell--I mean, Hades,

For since I've come to care for such a sweet millionaire...

While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy.

But when I do I don't follow through 'cause my heart belongs to Daddy.

If I invite a boy, some night, to dine on my fine finnan haddie,

I just adore his asking for more, but my heart belongs to Daddy.

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad.

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy, Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, dad!

So I want to warn you laddie, tho' I know you're perfectly swell,

That my heart belongs to Daddy 'cause my Daddy, he treats me so well.

He treats it and treats it, and then he repeats it,

Yes, Daddy, he treats it so well.

Saint Patrick's Day, although I may be seen wearing green with a paddy,

I'm always sharp when playing the harp, 'cause my heart belongs to Daddy.

Though other dames at football games may long for a strong undergraddy,

I never dream of making the team 'cause my heart belongs to Daddy.

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad.

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy, da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, dad!

So I want to warn you, laddie, tho' I simply hate to be frank,

That I can't be mean to Daddy 'cause my Da-da-da-daddy might spank.

In matters artistic he's not modernistic so Da-da-da-daddy might spank...