Lemme tell you about a little girl
long blonde hair that's full of curls
now, she's takin' a long,long walk
I'm talkin about Goldilocks
Talkin about Goldilocks
talkin about a girl that rocks
ain't nothing this girl won't dare
ain't no girl near as fair
she came to a house inside of a hill
and climbed in through a window sill
and atop the kitchen table
three bowls with a porridge label
she tried one, and said "too hot"
tried one more, singin' "too hot...NOT"
out of the third she took a bite
and howled to the moon, "Yeah, just right!"
Upstairs she found the perfect bed
to lay that goldi-lockned head
upon the bed her intials carved
and the date when three bears had starved