Context & Lyrics
Dr. Taylor, a small town physician, hopes that his college-aged son Joe will eventually marry his girlfriend Jenny.
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
A fellow needs a girl to hold in his arms
To hold in his arms and know that she believes
When things go right,
And his job’s well done,
He wants to share
The prize he’s won.
If no one shares and no one cares,
Where is the fun of a job well done?
Or a prize you’ve won?
A fellow needs a home,
His own kind of home,
But to make this dream come true,
A fellow needs a girl,
His own kind of girl,
My kind of girl is you.