Little Boys (song)

Original

 * Composed by Charles Strouse
 * Lyrics by Martin Charnin
 * Performed by Carol Burnett

Lyrics
Little boys, little boys Everyday I wake... I can hear it! Little boys, little boys Every time I smile then they smear it

I'm a customary mother, with habits I'd like my man to fiddle like he's mine But, no, instead No man has said So why am I the mother of these nine

How I hate little laughs, little locks And each little junior I'd have broke years ago If I didn't hold such hope for the future

Some women are soaking in wallets Some women are soaking in poise Thank you God, thank you God! For getting me soaking in... Little boys

Little toes, little cars Everything around is little If I beats little butts Surely they'd live in a hospital

Someday I'll trample their spenders Some week I'll quiet their noise Take them here, take them there Take anywhere, these... Little boys

Soon I'll wind up in a bedlam With all the beds and employs There be Peacefully Until the visitation of Little boys!!!