Мy name is Lolita
And uh, I'm not supposed to... play... with boys

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
'cause my heart belongs to Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine finnan haddie
I just adore his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dad

So I want to warn you laddie
Though I know that you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'cause my Daddy - he treats it so...

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
Sugar-dugar-do, sugar-dugar-do, ooh Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To cook up a fine enchilada
Though Spanish rice, is all very nice
ba-da ba-da bada bada bada Dada

Yes! My heart belongs to my Daddy
So I simply... couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to my Daddy
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da

So I want to warn you laddie
Though I know you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to my Daddy
'cause Daddy, my Daddy, my little old Daddy, he treats it so... (ow!)

That little old man he just treats it so good

DOWN IN THE MEADOW
When Mister South Wind sighs in the pines
Old Mister Winter whimpers and whines
Down in the meadow, under the snow
April is teaching green things to grow
When Mister West Wind howls in a glen
Old Mister Summer nods in the shade
Down in the meadow, deep in the brook
Catfish are waiting for the hook
Old Lady Blackbird flirts with the scarecrow
Scarecrow is waving at the moon
Old Mister Moon makes hearts everywhere go
Bump, Bump, with the magic of June
When Mister East Wind shouts over head
Then all the leaves turn yellow and red
Down in the meadow, corn stocks are high
Pumpkins are ride and ready for pie
Old Lady Blacbird flirts with the scarecrow
Scarecrow is waving at the moon
Old Mister Moon makes hearts everywhere go
Bump, Bump, with the magic of June
When Mister North Wind rols on e breeze
Old Father Christmas trims over trees
Down in e meadow, snow softly gleams
Earth goes to sleep and smiles in her dreams…