Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones, and what is more, Mrs. Jones
She's not the little tom-boy that once she used to be
Oh no no no no no
Funny, but I've seen her nearly every day for years
Didn't see her changing, but suddenly, she's everything to me
Everything that any girl could be
Didn't care with who or where she went at any time
Didn't really notice then, but now I only want her to be mine
Right until the very end of time
Of ti-i-i-i-i-ime
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones, and what is more, Mrs. Jones
She's not the little tom-boy that once she used to be
Oh no no no no no
Feel like dancing in the fountain at Trafalgar Square
Though it's cold, I won't be told, but then I really haven't got a care
Just as long as she is standing there
I hope you like me, Mrs. Jones, and Mr. Jones as well
'Cause maybe we'll be relatives, maybe, in the future, who can tell?
And I promise that I'll always treat her well
We-e-e-e-e-e-ell, we-e-e-e-e-e-ell
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones.
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