Happy Birthday, Mrs. J.J. Brown

Happy birthday, Mr. J.J. Brown
Her tiny blue red with the no, no swindler
We admire, and we love mummy Brown for everything she ain't got

She ain't got tiresome dignity
She ain't got no soul 'round her
But the boys never over as long as she
Happens to did ring a bell, oh
We admire and love mummy Brown for everything she ain't got

All wines are bleak to her, likewise food
She ain't what you call no epicure
But she don't gossip, and she ain't old
One thing more, she sure ain't poor

And let me tell you something more
She looks like that at you with her big blue eyes
Those two eyes can tell lies
She will admit she talks much, much, too much
But she listens also, which none of our other friends ever do

She is quick to tell you everything she is
How rich she is
How old she is
She don't pretend to be anything or anyone else
But money comes

May they look, may they look to the bad boys
May they loosen your pants
Only drink when you're old enough
Or wait for somebody else, somebody else



Credits
Writer(s): Meredith Willson
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