You're my best beau, you're handsome and brave and strong,nI'm proud you belong to me;nAnd if a day is rough for me,nHaving you there's enough for me.nAnd if someday another beaul comes along,nIt won't take him long to see,nThat I'll still be found, just hanging aroundnMy best beaunWhere is that boy with the bugle?nMy little love was always my big romance;nWhere's that boy with the bugle?nAnd why did I ever buy him those damn long pants?nDid he need a stronger hand?nDid he need a lighter touch?nWas I soft or was I tough?nDid I give enough?nDid I give too much?nAt the moment when he needed me,nDid I ever turn away?nWould I be there when he called,nIf he walked into my life today.nWere his days a little dull?nWere his nights a little wild?nDid I overstate my plan?nDid I stress the man?nAnd forget the child.nAnd there must have been a million things.nThat my heart forgot to say.nWould I think of one or two,nIf he walked into my life today.nShould I blame the times I pampered him,nOr blame the times I bossed him;nWhat a shame!nI never really found the boy,nBefore I lost him.nWere the years a little fast?nWas his world a little free?nWas there too much of a crowd?nAll too lush and loud and not enough for me.nThough I'll ask myself my whole life long,nWhat went wrong along the way;nWould I make the same mistakesnIf he walked into my life today?nIf that boy with the bugle,nIf he walked into my life today.