| Excuse my stare |
| It’s only admiration |
| I cannot hide this infatuation |
| A young adolescent, such an innocent child |
| The winning contestant for the little girl’s smile |
| But all those tears she made you cry, cry, cry |
| Let your mama make 'em go bye, bye, bye |
| Poor little boy now why, why, why |
| Cry baby, cry baby, cry cry cry |
| It’s not my concern |
| But my sympathy is yours |
| And if you’re lonely |
| You can sleep on my floor |
| I’ll lend you an ear or an arm and a leg |
| But strictly plutonic |
| For every topic |
| Heartache’s a scratch but love is an itch |
| She must’ve scratched you make you hurt like this |
| Poor little boy now why, why, why |
| Cry baby, cry baby, cry, cry, cry |
| You can cry sugar |
| You can cry honey |
| You can cry money but don’t you cry tears |
| Cry me a river or cry me a lake |
| Cry like the rain but don’t you ever cry like a train |
| Well love is a fall and heartache’s a bitch |
| She must’ve sent you flyin' over the fence |
| Poor little boy now why, why, why |
| Cry baby, cry baby, cry cry cry |
| Cry honey, cry honey, cry cry cry |
| Cry baby, cry baby, why, why, why |
| Cry sugar, cry honey, bye bye bye |