Mrs. Jones Songtext
von The Iveys

Your baby′s growing up, Mrs. Jones.
And what is more, Mrs. Jones
She's not the little tomboy
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 tie-eye-eye-eye-eye-eye-ime.

Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones.
And what is more, Mrs. Jones
She′s not the little tomboy
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
Weh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ell,
Weh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-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,
Baby's growing up,
Your baby′s growing up
Your baby's growing up
Your baby's growing up,
Baby′s growing up,
Your baby′s growing up, Mrs. Jones,
Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones.