Oh, I have a little daughter, and my daughter's name is Kate
And she's every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate
With a bandage on her forehead and the bruises on her knees,
You would swear she'd fought with buccaneers on all the seven seas
For its up the stairs and down the stairs and in the room and out
Like a miniature tornado, she can blow the house about
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's my Katy, little lady, and I love her

Now you might have heard of miracles, you might believe in saints,
But you'd never believe my Katy when she's playing with her paints
For there's red upon the window and there's green upon her face,
On the wall, In her hair, but on the paper, not a trace
When she's in her room and quiet, and there comes a little calm,
You develop the sensation that you're sitting on a bom
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's my Katy, little lady, and I love her

My Katy loves her games, you know, and thirty times a week,
I find myself dragooned into a game of hide-and-seek
So I found myself in closets, under beds I quietly creep,
And I wait for thirty minutes till my brain has gone to sleep
Yes I sit there in the closet and it seems like half a day,
Till I find a friend has come to call and Kate's gone out to play!
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's my Katy, little lady, and I love her

Now, you might have heard of daddies who would dote upon their girls,
Who get wrapped around their fingers by the tossing of the curls,
Who respond to hugs and kisses till there's nothing they wouldn't do,
Don't you ever believe a word if it, it simply isn't true
For I'd only jump the moon for her, I'd only jump the sea,
For the hugs I get to give her and the kisses she gives to me
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's my Katy, little lady, and I love her