Air—"I'm Getting a Big Girl Now!"
I've had all the pleasures belonging to youth, Its sweetmeats, its larks, and its toys. But I find, with regret, what is really the truth, That girls will grow old, just like boys. I'd like still to play in the jolly old way, But the world will not let me somehow. I know what it means; I am now in my teens. Yes; I'm getting a big girl now!
Chorus.
I'm getting a big girl now, And they tell me it's time I knew how To behave more like one, And in toys find less fun; For I'm getting a big girl now!
I've had a good time for a number of years, And I'm sure I'm not anxious to change, But the very best swim there is somebody queers. They won't let me alone—it's so strange! It does give one a shock; but I've outgrown my frock, My girdle won't meet anyhow; They're beginning to quiz. Ah! I see how it is; I'm getting a big girl now
Chorus.
I'm getting a big girl now, If I romp someone kicks up a row They tell me I chuck Too much money on "tuck"!— Ah! I'm getting a big girl now!
I know there's a party who's anxious to spoil My nice little games at Guildhall. He growls "turn up turtle and toys, Miss, and toil, Gog and Magog are no good at all. Your coaches, and horses, and tin-armoured forces, Are babyish bosh, and bow-wow! You must scorn grub and ease—like those good L.C.C.'s— For you're getting a big girl now!
Chorus.
"You are getting a big girl now; You must turn up the tuck-shop I vow. A cut of cold mutton Go take—with good Hutton! For you're getting a big girl now!"