Lyrics/Music E.Heyman/R.Henderson



I get a terr'ble awful ache

Specially when it rains

At first I was a fraidy cat

but now I know its growing pains

Gosh oh gee, can't you see

Ill soon be grown up tall

So Ive got to think what I will be

When I'm no longer small



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When I grow up

In a year or two or three

I'll be happy as can be

Like a birdie in the tree



When I grow up

There's a lot I want to do

I will have real dollies too

Like the woman in the shoe



I want to be a teacher

So the children can say

Teacher dear the gang's all here

With apples today



When I grow up

I will have a big surprise

For I'll bake the kind of pies

That will make you roll your eyes



And if you see

That you need some company

You can call me up and I'll come down

When I grow up



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When I am sweet sixteen

I'm going to a ball

Of all the ladies there

I'd like to be the best of all

I'll wear a dress of silver lace

They'll call me Princess Curly

I'll be like Cinderella

'Cept I won't get home so early



I want to meet a handsome prince

With a uniform of gold

But I won't lose my slippers

'Cos my tootsies might get cold

I'll talk of queens and dance with kings

Like a little princess would

But if I could only - I'll be good



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When I'm twentyone

I wish that I could look

Like a picture that I saw

In a pretty story book



A lady all dressed up in white

With flowers in her hand

And such a veil I never saw

The biggest in the land



Four little girls were standing there

Much tinier than me

And they all carried baskets

They looked happy as can be



Everyone was smiling

And having lots of fun

I wish that I could be like that

When I am twentyone



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When I get very very old

I'll stay at home all day

But I haven't quite made up my mind

Its much too far away



I think that I would like to be

Like the lady on the wall

She looks so nice and comfy

In her rocking chair and all



That little cap upon her head

She looks real pretty too

I like her long and funny dress

I like her hair don't you



It must be oh so quiet

You can hear the tick of the clock

But it must be fun to have nothing to do

But rock and rock and rock