You have drowned

a thousand sorrows

all in one,

and mixed with mugs, (?)

and millionaires

you have done.

Ya' been and gone and done it

for a quid,

and just what you don't know,

up there you got hid.



Lord, you're only

fourteen summers

and God knows,

yeah, child,

you're gettin' mighty

like a rose.



You got pulled (?)

for tryin' to straighten

up this town,

and looked bashful

bribin' old, bent

Barrister Brown.



Ya' know, their turnin' on

in the classroom

ain't the point.

It's when you're missin' out

teacher teach ya' how to

roll a joint.



Lord, hey,

while you're down there

lookin' up my nose,

yeah,

child you're gettin' mighty

like a rose.



Next time they try to fire me,

ya' make the scene.

You're gettin' sugar cubes

for breakfast.

Ya' know what I mean.



And the, the hazard old, (?)

the wind blows

through you' ears.

Ya' haven't got enough

of those

what ya'

haven't got for years.

Yeah, but never mind

steppin' on my toes.

Yeah, child,

you're gettin' mighty

like a rose.



Yeah, hey, hey,

you're mighty like a rose.

Uh-huh, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww,

mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm...



(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)





Notes: Mighty Like A Rose which was called a 'demo' by Van, and so, he felt, not suitable for re-issue along with the other Them songs available on The Story of Them