Same soubrettes, still twenty-two;
Same old story—nothing new!
Friend of mine got married; in a year or so, a boy!
Father really foolish in his fond paternal joy;
Talked about that “kiddy,” and became a dreadful bore—
Just as if a baby never had been born before.
Same old crying, only more;
Same old business, walking floor;
Same old “kitchy—coochy—coo!”
Same old baby—nothing new!