Jimmy's mother is worried
About her precious boy
The other lads in the playground
He chooses to avoid
They're always fighting
It ain't exciting
Or so inviting to him
They're rough and dirty
And girls are purty
He much prefers to be prim
He's always been a bit different
From the day he was born
He wasn't built like his brothers
It made his parents forlorn
Jim didn't fit in
He started knitting
And quietly sitting around
Some girls were friendly
Approached him gently
And accidentally he found

He wants to hang with the girls
Hе wants to hang with the girls
He doesn't carе what they say
He's doing things his own way

Jennie's father is worried
She don't like playing with dolls
She'd rather ride on his tractor
And help him dig a few holes
She don't like gingham
Or fancy linen
She goes for denim instead
She won't wear ruffles
She gets in scuffles
And rips those ruffles to shreds
'Cause she hangs with the boys
She longs to hang with the boys
She's out there making some noise
One of the gang with the boys

Forget the gender
Just love me tender
This ain't no lavender love
They got together
Birds of a feather
And thank the heavens above
They're in love
They're in love, they're in love
They're in love, they're in love

He wants to hang with this girl
She wants to hang with this boy
It all went bang with this girl
She'll form a gang with this boy

She wants to hang with him
He wants to hang with her
Now Jennie's hanging with Jim
He wants to hang with the girls, girls, girls
She wants to hang with boys, boys, boys
So let him hang with the girls
She's doing fine with the boys