While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don’t follow though
'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--ad
So I want to warn you laddie,
Though I think you’re perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'Cause my daddy he treats it so well.
I love this song & this artist...bought the album when it first came out in 1953, with money earned working at an ice cream store. My daughter has it now.
Cole Porter was a brilliant lyricist. And his double entendre is amazingly clever. That young man, for example, the singer invites to dine on her "fine finnan haddie" is but one of many examples of the Cole Porter sophistication and wit.