Little girls, little girls everywhere I turn I can see them Little girls, little girls Night and day I eat, sleep and breathe them I'm an ordinary woman with feelings I'd like a man to nibble on my ear Though I'll admit No man has bit So how come I'm the mother of the year? How I hate little shoes Little socks and each little bloomer I'd have cracked years ago If it weren't for my sense of humor Some women are drippin' with diamonds Some women are drippin' with pearls Lucky me, lucky me Look at what I'm drippin' with Little girls Little cheeks, little teeth Everything around me is little If I wring their little necks Surely I would get an acquittal Someday I'll step on their freckles Some night I'll straighten their curls Send a flood, send the flu Anything that you can do to little, little, little Little little litt- Uhm little Oh little girls Someday I'll land in the nuthouse With all the nuts and the squirrels There I'll stay, tucked away 'till The prohibition of Little girls