Smiling angels on your milk-white shoulders
Scared of heaven and accusing whispers
Angles always get the worst advice
But they can hire the sharpest lawyers
Someone's always telling you how to behave
Boys and girls, come out to play
See Cupid fire his poison arrows
Mickey Mouse grew up a cow
You should hear the things they say about Minnie now
Someone's always telling you how to behave
Farewell to all the smiling angels
I have a date with some little devil
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
I found a bedful of heaven in this hell of a world
Someone's always telling you how to behave