| You’re the daughter of a neighbor |
| Of a good old friend of mine |
| Your mom’s no Aphrodite |
| But girl, you’re mighty fine |
| One thing’s fairly obvious |
| You are not my brother |
| I’m gonna get you in my family one way or another |
| You’re a sailor’s dream, a dancin' queen |
| A credit to your nation |
| A sight to see, you’re giving me |
| A growing realization |
| When you arabesque in that flimsy dress |
| I have to run for cover |
| I’m gonna get you in my family one way or another |
| Wicked awesome, I can’t wait to be |
| Pickin' blossoms from the family tree |
| Oh, when you were a baby |
| There’s a rumor goin' round |
| You appeared in your pajamas |
| Turned the day care upside down |
| And all the little boys started screamin' for their mother |
| I’m gonna get you in my family one way or another |
| Tell your mama you’re babysittin' me |
| Come to papa, set those babies free |
| Set 'em free |
| I got a dozen second cousins |
| That you oughta meet |
| Aunts and uncles out my ears |
| Grandparents, they’re so sweet |
| But what this clan is missing, child |
| It seems I have discovered |
| I’m gonna get you in my family one way or another |
| I’m gonna get you in my family one way or another |