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