If you came to me and said
I want to go off and see the wide world
I’d say you’re too, too young
You’re too, too young
You’re too young for that,
Why don’t you sit on my lap
And we’ll drink cookies n milk
And sing songs of the sun
You’re too young

If you came to me and said
I want to hold a shiny red purse
And hang on the corner of Hollywood & Vine
I’d say you’re too, too young
You’re too, too young
You’re too young for that,
Why don’t you sit on my lap
And we’ll drink cookies n milk
And sing songs of the sun
You’re too young

Why don’t you just let your mama dress you awhile
She knows how to dress you in style

If you came to me
And said I want to hop a freight train
And ride with the hoboes and thieves
And travel on up to Vancouver
I’d say you’re too, too young
You’re too, too young
You’re too young for that,
Why don’t you sit on my lap
And we’ll drink cookies n milk
And sing songs of the sun
You’re too young

(lyrics: Dan Bern)