I'm going to sing you 'bout my pretty little girl.
She's just as pretty as a plum.
Habit she had was one that was bad.
She was always a-chewing gum.
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
Whenever she came to Sunday school,
She always come with a chum.
Well, right where they's at, and right where they sat,
They were always chewing gum.
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
She dressed so neat and she looked so sweet.
Her silks and hat were so plumb.
But I will declare she couldn't put on an air
Without her mouth so full of chewing gum.
Chewing gum, yum, yum, yum, yum.
Whenever she walked out of town,
She always did look so cute.
Every motion she'd knock, for she'd call for a box
Of Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit, Juicy Fruit