Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones, and what is more, Mrs. Jones



She's not the little tom-boy 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 ti-i-i-i-i-ime





Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones, and what is more, Mrs. Jones



She's not the little tom-boy 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



We-e-e-e-e-e-ell, we-e-e-e-e-e-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



Your baby's growing up



Your baby's growing up



Your baby's growing up



Your baby's growing up



Your baby's growing up



Your baby's growing up



Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones



Your baby's growing up, Mrs. Jones.