Oh Julia What's going to come out Of your big mouth What lies you going to Scream about Darling I'm cold Down to the bone Because you left me On my own It's Sunday morning And you're just getting in From last night I tell you girl, You're stealing my light Tell me Julie What do you want me to do Tell me girl how you expect me To make it through Oh Julia... Oh Julia... What's happened to all the plans we made We can't carry on with this little charade Oh Julia... Oh Julia... Girl you're getting what you think you deserve And all I'm getting is fussing and fighting And sitting here in reserve Tell me girl — what am I to do? Tell me girl — have you thought this through? Oh Julia... Oh Julia... What's going to come out Of your big mouth... [Three young girls' voices, playful-sarcastic, chanting softly together]: "Oh Julia... what's going to come out of your big mouth... blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah..."
