A comedy song from 1927 Words by R. P. Weston and Bert Lee Music by Harris Weston
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Mamma’s grown young, Papa’s grown old
Mamma’s grown hot, Papa’s grown cold
Mamma gets younger, Papa gets older, each day
Mamma’s grown thin, Papa’s grown fat
Mamma’s like this, Papa’s like that
Mamma’s just blooming, Papa’s just fading away
Mamma with her boyish bob
Looks nifty, cute and sweet
Papa has a straggly beard
That looks like Shredded Wheat
Mamma’s at night clubs shaking her hips
Papa shakes, too, he’s blue in the lips
Mamma gets younger, Papa gets older each day
Chorus
Mamma’s grown young, Papa’s grown old
Mamma’s grown hot, Papa’s grown cold
Mamma gets younger, Papa gets older, each day
Mamma’s grown strong, Papa’s has aged
Mamma’s having the Coroner paged
Mamma’s just blooming, Papa’s just fading away
Mamma in her pink pajamas
Hasn’t any flaws
Papa in his old red nightie
Looks like Santa Claus
Mamma’s complexion blooms like a rose
Papa’s complexion’s flown to his nose
Mamma gets younger, Papa gets older each day
Chorus
Mamma’s grown young, Papa’s grown old
Mamma’s grown hot, Papa’s grown cold
Mamma gets younger, Papa gets older, each day
Mamma’s grown fast, Papa’s grown slow
Mamma’s wound up, Papa won’t go
Mamma’s just blooming, Papa’s just fading away
Mamma only wants a lipstick
When she’s walking out
Papa must have two sticks
‘Cause he suffers with the gout
Mamma displays the stockings she wears
Papa shows his, but nobody cares
Mamma gets younger, Papa gets older each day