Hang With The Girls

Jimmy's mother is worried

About her precious boy

The other lads in the playground

He chooses to avoid

They're always fighting

It ain't exciting

Or so inviting to him

They're rough and dirty

And girls are purty

He much prefers to be prim

He's always been a bit different

From the day he was born

He wasn't built like his brothers

It made his parents forlorn

Jim didn't fit in

He started knitting

And quietly sitting around

Some girls were friendly

Approached him gently

And accidentally he found

He wants to hang with the girls

He wants to hang with the girls

He doesn't care what they say

He's doing things his own way

Jennie's father is worried

She don't like playing with dolls

She'd rather ride on his tractor

And help him dig a few holes

She don't like gingham

Or fancy linen

She goes for denim instead

She won't wear ruffles

She gets in scuffles

And rips those ruffles to shreds

'Cause she hangs with the boys

She longs to hang with the boys

She's out there making some noise

One of the gang with the boys

Forget the gender

Just love me tender

This ain't no lavender love

They got together

Birds of a feather

And thank the heavens above

They're in love

They're in love, they're in love

They're in love, they're in love

He wants to hang with this girl

She wants to hang with this boy

It all went bang with this girl

She'll form a gang with this boy

She wants to hang with him

He wants to hang with her

Now Jennie's hanging with Jim

He wants to hang with the girls, girls, girls

She wants to hang with boys, boys, boys

So let him hang with the girls

She's doing fine with the boys