Elizabeth the Great - Frankie Big Face

Little Liza Barrett from the Upper West Side
Wakes up every morning, wipes the sleep from her eyes
And takes her painted pony for a capital ride
Then it's backwards down the stairs to her parents' bedside

Henry is a doctor and Anne is a nurse
They are bound to each other for better and for worse
And if one is gonna leave, it will be in a hearse
But they'll have to survive their baby daughter first

Now it's into the high chair and down with the tray
You'd better strap her in before she wriggles away
And she'll make her declaration like she does every day

She says "I am Elizabeth the Great
And I don't have to clean my plate anymore!"
And she tosses her oatmeal on the floor
And says "You're not the boss of me no more!"

You may find her at the nursery singing the blues
With her fellow three-year-olds and some terrible twos
She says "They call this a bib—well I call it a noose
And one of these days you know I'm gonna cut loose"

An afternoon nap in the taxi and then
The solitary confinement of the so-called "play pen"
She dons her tiara and she says it again

She says "I am Elizabeth the Great
And I don't have to clean my plate anymore!"
And she tosses her peas on the floor
And says "You're not the boss of me no more!"

Little Liza Barrett has a plan to escape
She's been saving up her crackers, some cheese and some grapes
And she's fashioned her blanket into a cape
But it's gonna have to wait until a future date