Little Woody Allen

Little Woody Allen sits alone in a playground, but he doesn’t mind
The other children play their childish games
He’s in his own world, but he’s doing fine
All the silly boys are playing with their toys
But Woody’s got a typewriter and it’s his pride and joy
Little Woody Allen’s very shy, he wouldn’t say boo, boo to a goose
But Woody was a very simply child
He wouldn’t eat meat nor salads or sweets
One little boy wants to be a fireman
Another little boy wants to fight for Uncle Sam
Not little Woody Allen
Little Woody doesn’t dream of rock’n’roll and cars
He wants to be in movies and meet his favourite stars
Little Woody Allen’s very bright
He doesn’t sleep much, or not much at night
Little Woody Allen got a girl, Mia Farrow, the girl of my dream
All the silly boys are playing with their toys
But Woody’s got a typewriter and it’s his pride and joy
Little Woody doesn’t dream of rock’n’roll and cars
He wants to be in movies and meet his favourite stars