Dirty Hands, Dirty Face

Dirty Hands Dirty Face - Judy Garland

Written by：Monaco/Jolson/Clarke/Leslie

Wonderful pals are always hard to find

Some folks have one

Some folks have none

I was alone for years but fate was kind

And in the end sent me a friend

Although he's not much

Higher than my knee

Still he's the greatest thing

On earth to me

Dirty hands dirty face

Leads the neighbours a chase

But to me he's an angel of joy

Making noise breaking toys

Always fighting the boys

But his eyes

And they're a vision to see

And when my work is done

Coming home to the setting sun

From the gate he'll start to run

Then I'll kiss my boy

Dirty hands dirty face

Little devil that's they say

But to me he's an angel of joy

And when my work is done

Coming home to the setting sun

From the gate he'll start to run

Then I'll kiss my boy

Dirty hands dirty face

Little devil they say

But to me he's an angel of joy