Lyrics

Bootsie boy, bootsie boy don’t see you, I hardly see you
Your folks must think I’m bad
Now I hardly golf with your dad
We hope you’re a lefty, kid
So you can pitch like Orosco did!

Oh Bootsie boy, bootsie boy
Was that your scream? Not listening. . .
I’m not gonna pick you up
But I’ll be there to touch your thumb
Why should I baby-sit
When I can hire some kid to do it?
Feed ya? Won’t feed ya! No, grandpa will not feed you!

After "Baby Love," by The Supremes. Kj sings the good parts!