Growing Pains

One day your mama drops the hem of your skirt

Next day you give up yelling what’s for dessert

You can’t explain it but you’re one solid hurt

Baby, you’ve got growing pains

Your Christmas penny doesn’t look half so bright

Papa’s not president since maybe tonight

When you’re not quite so sure that Mom’s always right

Baby, you’ve got growing pains

Nothing’s wrong, just growing pains

And they’ll never hurt too long

When there are cobwebs in dreams that you weave

When there’s no magic in the words ‘Make believe’

When doubt comes peeping out and tugs at your sleeve

Baby, you’ve got growing pains

When you come home from school and don’t slam the door

Ride down the banisters or slide ‘cross the floor

When you don’t cry for every toy in the store

Baby, you’ve got growing pains

They’re not bad, just growing pains

You’ll be awfully glad you had