Harriet the Spy   Notebook full of goodies on other people's lives   And her friends all wonder, they wonder why      Only when happy when    Things all go her way   And she doesn't need   To pretend      Oh pessimisstic, Harriet the Spy      It's no surprise   She doesn't like me   And wonders if my mom sorry she had me   It's no surprise   The tears in my eyes   She wants to pull down my pants and laugh at me      She wonders if   The lady with the cross eyes   Looks in the mirror and wants to die   And she's got me wondering why      Even behind her mother's back    Just because she kind of resembles a giraffe   Oh, she'll pull down my pants and laugh      It's no surprise she doesn't like me   And wonders if my mom's sorry she had me   It's no surprise the tears in my eyes   She wants to pull down my pants and laugh at me      It's no surprise she doesn't like me   Wonders if my mom's sorry she had me   It's no surprise the tears in my eyes   She wants to pull down my pants and laugh at me