Alben & Lieder
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What Are Little Girls Made Of?
1947, Text/Musik: Georg Kreisler
We all wonder what's inside of things, it's naturally done
to look beneath the hide of things and wonder how they run.
We know the moon is made of green cheese and flowers are made of petals
and forests are made of green trees and automobiles of different kinds of metals.
Still, one question has us all excited,
I can answer it, in fact I'll be delighted:
What are little girls made of?
yattaty, yattaty, yattaty for hours and hours,
some lace, some buttons, a hatpin and flowers,
her things are hers, but his things are ours,
that's what little girls are made of.
What are little girls made of?
a negligé, Salomé, and lace and gingham
a mudpack, a girdle, and Lydia Pinkum
some lipstick, mascara and most of your income,
that's what little girls are made of.
They're a custom of her stake and a suck of her cake.
They always have to be fed.
When they're on the make, they'll make you ache.
They're as useful as a hole in the head.
What are little girls made of?
A hug, a slap and a running home to mother,
a living room, a couch and a noisy kid brother,
promisin' engagement and marrying another,
that's what little girls are made of.
What are little girls made of?
A G-string, a whimper and a brief bandanna,
a barbie-pin, a hankie and an elegant manner,
a kiss like a healthy drag of marihuana,
that's what little girls are made of.
What are little girls made of?
a hairdo, a stocking and several bustles,
a gay anticipation and some playful puzzles,
a secret date and a husband with muscles,
that's what little girls have plenty of.
They mean troubles they mean joys and they love collecting boys.
Whenever you talk about business they're yawning.
They act sad when they are thriving and heaven help you when they're driving,
they look lovely at night, but oh in the morning ....
What are little girls made of?
A slinky walk with which to come at you,
long red fingernails with which to scratch you,
and plenty of traps with which to catch you.
When you stroke their hair they shout: "Watch my curls".
They always want orchids and fur coats and pearls.
As a matter of fact the only good thing about them is...
they're girls.