[Verse 1]
"Hello, Mrs. Murphy
That's a lovely dress you're wearin', is it new?"
"Why, thank you, Mr. Wilson
But I've had this same old dress about a year or two"

[Verse 2]
Upstairs in bed
The tall boy stretched just like a cat
Put his hands behind his head
And lay there thinkin' of a dream that he had

[Verse 3]
"I hear that the Johnsons
Had a baby, Mrs. Murphy, is that true?"
"Why yes, but it's rumored
That the little tot's real daddy lives in 22"

[Verse 4]
In 22
The boy lay whistlin' out of tune
Ridin' on the sea
Dreamin' of a thousand things he'd like to be

[Verse 5]
"Poor Mr. Johnson
Bein' married to a wife who should be caged
It's the child who will suffer
And to think that that young man is less than half her age"
[Verse 6]
Upstairs he sits
He hears a knock and nothin' more
"Come on in, you're late
Well, don't just stand there, Mrs. Johnson, close the door"