(Sung by John Boles only)
Whenever clouds start gathering
To cover up the sun
It really doesn't mean a thing to me
It seems a tiny miracle
Comes to me on a run
And never fails to bring a remedy

She's just a little curly headed thing
Who creeps into my heart and makes it sing

Curly top
You little bundle of joy
Curly Top
You're like a wonderful toy

You're just so full of sunshine
Folks agree
You could supply the world
With Vitamin D

Two eyes that make
The heavens proud to be blue
Angel cake
It's just a copy of you

Take ev'rything that's sweet
All rolled into one
That can't top you
Curly Top