I have a story When I was small I was lazy In there has, in there is When I walk out in the morning Always crying Be the one to take a bath Always hiding When mother came to wake me up I have a story When I was small I was lazy In there has, in there is When I walk out in the morning Always crying Be the one to take a bath Always hiding When mother came to wake me up Mama, I'll be flatter All the worry about me Papa, won't you tell her I'm really not that a thing Mama, I'll be flatter All the worry about me Papa, won't you tell her I'm really not that a thing Mama, I'll be flatter All the worry about me Papa, won't you tell her I'm really not that a thing