| Pushing on a tooth |
| I found that it was loose |
| A little looser every day |
| I pushed it all about |
| To try to get it out |
| And find out what the Tooth Fairy pays |
| I’m getting older, so I’m told |
| But day-to-day, it seems to hardly show |
| But when that tooth comes out, everyone will know |
| That it did and I’ve grown so big |
| That it did and I’ve grown so big |
| It’s barely hanging on |
| And soon it will be gone |
| «Be patient"'s what my parents say |
| But they don’t understand |
| I need it in my hand |
| And in my bed, under my pillow by my head |
| I’m getting older, so I’m told |
| But day-to-day, it seems to move so slow |
| But when that tooth comes out, everyone will know |
| That it did and I’ve grown so big |
| That it did and I’ve grown so big |
| That it did, and I’ve grown so |
| Big, training wheels will be gone |
| So big, pick my own clothes, put them on |
| Then you can finally say you’re not small |
| It only makes me smile |
| (Smile) |
| (Smile) |
| (Smile) |
| I got where it was before |
| It’s the case where less means more |
| (Smile) |
| It took a while but now I’m sure that I’m big |
| I’m pushing on, I’m pushing on the tooth |
| To try to get it out |