Oh I'm jumping for joy, for joy, for you;
I'll love your frock, for sure, for sure,
I'm more of a tomboy, but, but
Mom will make sure,for sure
I'm all groomed, with long flowing hair.
We'll sneak away from the dance,
And chase moonbeans on sand,
Till tongues hanging, and hair matted
We'll sup on some clams,
This is our secret, don't tell your friends so
Cause Mom's are all ears, and silly, silly rules.
We can run fast, fast away true, turn on a dime,
And challenge the moon!
Then paws in hand we'll find our way home;
Home to Moms, and MOm's fine scolding,
I'm sure this is true.
But we know how to be, so our Mom will believe,
Just how sorry we are
For mats and dirty lace
