Boys as a rule
When they’re going to school are considered unruly and bad.
They pull the curls of nice little girls
For that is the way of a lad.
But I knew a sunny face
Tousled hair tot
Who always was known as the best in the lot.
Buddy he was everybody’s Buddy from the time he was a kid.
He’d get the coal, chop the wood,
He’d even run errands for the neighborhood.
Buddy, he would help the kids to study, he was everybody’s friend.
One day the angels in the heavens above.
Found out they needed someone up there to love
They called for Buddy, our Buddy
I wish they’d send him home again.
Never would fight
Till he knew he was right but he always would stick to the end.
Wasn’t stuck up ev’ry homeless young pup
Could tell that this boy was their friend.
A good natured comrade a regular boy
In sunshine or rain just a bundle of joy.
Frisch, Billy and Grossman, Bernie, "Everybody's Buddy" (1920). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1364.
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