Lyrics:

I Get A Terrble Awful Ache
specially When It Rains.
at First I Was A fraidy Cat
but Now I Know Its Growing Pains.
gosh! Oh Gee! Oh Cant You See,
ill Soon Be Grown Up Tall,
so Ive Got To Think What I Will Be
when Im No Longer Small.

when I Grow Up
in A Year Or Two Or Three,
ill Be Happy As Can Be
like A Birdie In A Tree.

when I Grow Up
theres 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 Gangs All Here
with Apples Today.

when I Grow Up
i Will Have A Big Surprise,
for Ill Bake The Kind Of Pies,
thatll Make You Roll Your Eyes.
and If You See
that You Need Some Company,
you Can Call Me Up And Ill Come Down
when I Grow Up!.

when I Am Sweet Sixteen Im Going To A Ball,
of All The Ladies There Id Like To Be The Best Of All;
ill Wear A Dress Of Silver And Lace, Theyll Call Me Princess Curly,
ill Be Like Cinderella cept I Wont Run Home So Early.
i Want To Meet A Handsome Prince With A Uniform Of Gold,
but I Wont Lose My Slipper cause My Tootsies Might Get Cold.
ill Talk With Queens And Dance With Kings Like A Little Princess Would;
if I Could Only Do These Things, I Promise Ill Be Good.

when I Am Twenty-One I Wish That I Could Look
like The Picture That I Saw In A Pretty Story Book;
a Laur Little Girls Were Standing There Much Tinier Than Me
and They All Carried Baskets, They Looked Happy As Can Be,
every One Was Smiling And Having Lots Of Fun;
i Wish That I Could Be Like That When I Am Twenty-One.

when I Get Very Very Old Ill Stay At Home All Day,
but I Havent 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 n All.
with That Little Cap Upon Her Head She Looks Real Pretty, Too,
i Like Her Long And Funny Dress, I Like Her Hair, Dont 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.