It's a rarity in a woman, this thing you got, sometimes unbecoming, but it means a lot. You don't like make-up, mirrors, low-cut femininity. You're preferring two umbrellas, beer and cognac, gin and tea. And it's rare, babe, I care, yeah. Some folks call her charming, others call her fool. Some of it is alarming, the way you wear that fool. Climbing in and out of windows, I sway from tree to tree. Like a cloud that moves when the wind blows, it's your way to be. And it's rare, babe, I care, yeah. It's rare, babe, you're a tomboy. There are those who say you're out to annoy, treat your life like a child treats a toy. Tomboy, if your mother had known when you were fully grown, you'd be this way. Nothing she could say would make you change your mind. And I'm not changing mine. Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy! Be careful, please be careful, please be careful with what you've got. Please be ever mindful of what you're not. You're a black belt at jiu-jitsu and reach low notes on stage. Men's clothes seem to fit you, I thank God you don't shave. Cause it's rare, babe, I care. It's rare, babe, you're a tomboy. There are those who say you're out to annoy, treat your life like a child treats a toy. Tomboy, if your mother had known when you were fully grown, you'd be this way. Nothing she could say would make you change your mind. Oh, and I'm not changing mine. Tomboy, there are those who say you're out to annoy, treat your life like a child treats a toy. They're just butt-cappers, wing-pappers, gip-rappers, face-lappers, noon-nappers, plate-mappers. Tomboy, there are those who say you're out to annoy, treat your life like a child treats a toy. Tomboy, if your mother had known when you were fully grown, you'd be this way. Nothing she could say would make you change your mind.