Someday, my baby, when I am a man,
And others have taught me the best that they can,
Sell me a suit, cut off my hair,
And send me to work in tall buildings.
CHORUS: So its goodbye to the sunshine, goodbye to the
Goodbye to the flowers, and goodbye to you.
I’m going to work in tall buildings.
When I’m retired, my life is my own.
I’ve made all my payments. its time to go home.
Wonder what happened betwixt and between,
When I went to work in tall buildings? CHORUS TWICE