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...