American Old Time Song Lyrics: 52 They Wont Have Any Babies Like Me
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 52
They Won't Have Any Babies Like Me.
Copyright, 1896 by H. W. Petrie.
Words by Harry W. Emmet. Music by H. V. Petrie.
I've got a big sister, her name is Susannah,
She bosses me all 'round the house;
She won't let me sing out, or thump the pianer,
I have to keep still as a mouse;
My sister is going to marry next Sunday
The funniest ' jay "there could be.
And be had the nerve to inform me last night
"They won't have any babies like me."
Refrain.
They won't have any babies like me;
Maybe they'll wish they had one some day;
They won't have any babies like meI'm a naughty, bad Tom-boy they say.
They won't have any babies like me;
Perhaps a hard job it would be
To And one so good, no, I don't think they could,
They won't have any babies like me.
They won't let me into the parlor to play,
For I might disturb Susannah's beau.
I can't skip my rope on the sidewalk all day,|
For to school I have always to go
Not a cent do I get to buy peanuts or candy,
And chewing turn I never see.
I must not play tag with the boys on the streetDon't you pity a baby like me?-Refrain.
If I was as big as Susannah, my sister,
All girls could do just as they please:
They could play tag with boys just whenever they wished her,
And other folks worry and tense:
They could always have plenty of candy and ice cream,
And holler and kick up a row;
Then a little girl's life would be always so nice.
But here's all that they say to me now:-Refrain.