I learned the truth at just age three
no longer allowed to let pee free
and I no longer would require
my high chair that put me up much higher
the baby gate was ripped down too
up pics of trucks and down of Pooh
and I took the blame for all I threw
it wasn't very much like two

chorus

and those of us with baby faces
never needing social graces
sadly each gave up our stroll
without our wheels we'd walk not roll
and call to mom "please carry me"
hear "no son, you are now age three"
it isn't all it seems at age three

a brown eyed boy in Macy's best
now Wal Mart stuff fills up my chest
the novelty's worn out I guess
and now alone I must get dressed
and learning games are all I get
golly I miss my toy jet
my bear is gone and so's my bib
my training spoon and oh my crib

I wish that three were just a game
and I could go back to two again
freely without penalty cry
just hear the words, "what's up, little guy"?
people laughed - I was funny
nose would run, mom would wipe runny
I hear a new one's in her tummy

I played this game for better not worse
and I was in her tummy first
and now I'm all on my own
this type of thing, I can't condone
now they'd call out after me
and say son, this is baby Sammy
isn't she a real sweetie
they say she's got my eyes, I'm three

chorus

and those of us with baby faces
never needing social graces
sadly each gave up our stroll
without our wheels we'd walk not roll
and call to mom "please carry me"
hear "no son, you are now age three"
it isn't all it seems at age three