A 1932 popular song.
Words and music by Sam Mayo.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Baby, baby, someday maybe as you grow a little bit older
I wonder what will be your plan when you’re a man
I’ve worried ever since the first day that you came to town
When your mother and myself both used to bob you up and down
And at night I had to warm your Glaxo in the frying pan
Some nights I don’t get a wink, I just lie awake and think
As years go by I keep on wondering what will you do?
I wish that I knew
Chorus
Will you be a gallant sailor
Or a tinker or a tailor
Will you join the army
P’raps the Grenadiers?
And don’t forget what I have told yer
If ever you become a soldier
Beware of Madmoiselle from Armentiers
To be a parson, is that your ambition?
Be teetotal, and stick up for prohibition?
Will you go to bed at seven o’clock at night
Like a real good lad?
Or will you come home ev’ry ev’ning
With “one over the eight”
Like your poor old dad?
- Baby, baby, someday maybe as you grow a little bit older
Will skirts be like they are today? so long and gay
Or are they going to wear the good old-fashioned crinoline
So the chaps can’t tell if ladies they are bandy, fat or lean
But perhaps they’ll have to find all that out on their wedding day
Baby dear, I wish you knew how great my love is for you
I feel somehow I want to cuddle you
So give me a kiss, and just tell me this
Chorus
Will you let the women fool you
And your wifie nag and rule you?
‘Cause she wants silk underwear of pink or blue?
And then suppose she nags and jaws on
With those flannelette plusfours on
She’ll irritate hersel as well as you
With these little hands of yours I wonder, sonny
When you’re older will they handle lots of money?
And on gambling of all kinds are ever you likely to go mad?
And will you mix with girls who are too fast
And horses too slow
Like your poor old dad?
Last chorus:
Will you ever love another
Like your dear old darling mother?
But she’s not here now, so sonny don’t you cry
You have no mother’s love to bless you
Or to kiss you and caress you
She’s left us sad and lonely, you and I
For the diff’rent dancing crazes she has got ’em
She’s gone out doing the Charleston and Black Bottom
And she won’t be home till very late tonight
For she’s dancing mad
So I think you’d better come along to Bye-Bye, my dear
With you poor old dad
Sung here by Vancha March: