Lyrics/Music Mack Gordon/Harry Warren

We're not little babies anymore, No!
We don't play with dollies on the floor, Nah!
We know how to act our age
We have passed the infant stage
That's why we are in a rage
We're not little babies anymore, More
We think children are an awful bore, Bore
You don't realize the fact that we are growing up
And we're not little babies anymore

We're young people, we are young people
Ready to have our fling
We're not old, yet, we're just in-between
We're nine and we're ten, well, that's almost sixteen
We're young ladies and we're their boyfriends
And love is a wonderful thing
Please don't call me sonny, it makes me blush
Stop that baby talk, that umsey-wumsey mush
The days of bibs and teddy bears and kiddie cars are gone
For time ta-ta-ta-ta marches on

Life's a stage and we are in the show
We know ev'rything there is to know
When we're in the parlor and the lights are low
Don't bribe us with a nickel, we'll refuse to go
Sisters, better tell your romantic gents
We have a minimum number charge of fifty cents
We hate to hear a fairy tale before we go to bed
We'd rather have you telling us what Walter Winchell said
We know our table manners, when to use a knife and fork
And we know that the Stork is a nightclub in New York