| One day your mama drops the hem of your skirt |
| Next day you give up yelling what’s for dessert |
| You can’t explain it but you’re one solid hurt |
| Baby, you’ve got growing pains |
| Your Christmas penny doesn’t look half so bright |
| Papa’s not president since maybe tonight |
| When you’re not quite so sure that Mom’s always right |
| Baby, you’ve got growing pains |
| Nothing’s wrong, just growing pains |
| And they’ll never hurt too long |
| When there are cobwebs in dreams that you weave |
| When there’s no magic in the words 'Make believe' |
| When doubt comes peeping out and tugs at your sleeve |
| Baby, you’ve got growing pains |
| When you come home from school and don’t slam the door |
| Ride down the banisters or slide 'cross the floor |
| When you don’t cry for every toy in the store |
| Baby, you’ve got growing pains |
| They’re not bad, just growing pains |
| You’ll be awfully glad you had |