You have drowned a thousand sorrows all in one, and mixed with mugs, (?) and millionaires you have done. Ya' been and gone and done it for a quid, and just what you don't know, up there you got hid. Lord, you're only fourteen summers and God knows, yeah, child, you're gettin' mighty like a rose. You got pulled (?) for tryin' to straighten up this town, and looked bashful bribin' old, bent Barrister Brown. Ya' know, their turnin' on in the classroom ain't the point. It's when you're missin' out teacher teach ya' how to roll a joint. Lord, hey, while you're down there lookin' up my nose, yeah, child you're gettin' mighty like a rose. Next time they try to fire me, ya' make the scene. You're gettin' sugar cubes for breakfast. Ya' know what I mean. And the, the hazard old, (?) the wind blows through you' ears. Ya' haven't got enough of those what ya' haven't got for years. Yeah, but never mind steppin' on my toes. Yeah, child, you're gettin' mighty like a rose. Yeah, hey, hey, you're mighty like a rose. Uh-huh, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, aww, mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm, mmm-mm