Let's Hear It For The Boy sing and play along

My baby, he don't talk sweet;

he ain't got much to say.

But he loves me, loves me,

loves me.

and I know ways that he loves me anyway.

And maybe he don't dress fine,

but I don't really mind.

'Cause ev'ry time he pulls me near,

I just wanna cheer.

Let's hear it for the boy!

Let's give the boy a hand.

Let's hear it for my baby.

You know you gotta understand,

oh, maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my loving oneman show.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, let's hear it for the boy!

My baby may not be rich;

he's watching ev'ry dime.

But he loves me, loves me,

loves me, and we al ways have a real me good y time.

And maybe he sings offkey,

but that's alright by me.

'Cause what he does, he does so well,

makes me want to yell.

Let's hear it for the boy!

Let's give the boy a hand.

Let's hear it for my baby.

You know you gotta understand,

oh, maybe he's no Romeo, but he's my loving oneman show.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, let's hear it for the boy!

My

Maybe he's no Casanova;

still, his kisses knock me over.

Hear it for the boy!

Let's give the boy a hand.

Let's hear it for my baby.

You know you gotta understand.

Oh, he don't score at Bowlarama;

still, you gotta thank his mama.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, let's hear it for the boy!

Let's hear it for my baby.

Hear it for the boy!