Nobody Knows What I Am Thinking
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



To say exactly what I think
Dad says is impolite
Unless it's complimentary
That doesn't seem quite right
For when my aunt she starts to sing
You'd think she was in pain
And if I say "That's beautiful"
She starts to sing again

Nobody knows what I'm thinking
Every think that I think is my own
I guess I would get a good spanking
If the things that I think of were known
At home I've a new baby brother
He does nothing but gurgle and drink
They say he's an angel - and I say so too
But nobody knows what I think

Sometimes when we have visitors
There isn't half a scene
If I'm not extra tidy
And my hands are none too clean
My Daddy he gets vexed with me
But not until they've gone
He says he's quite ashamed of me
Because my clothes are torn

Nobody knows what I'm thinking
When sent to the bathroom to wash
I think lots of bad words, like "Dash it"
And "Blessed", and "Bother" and "Gosh"
Once I said "Rats", and my Daddy
He whacked me until I was sore
If he'd heard the bad words that I thinked of then
I bet he'd have whacked me some more