Pretty little Eva

Was jealous of her beau;

Sometimes he would fuss her right

And spends loads of yellow dough;

When she'd let him loose,

Why he'd flirt like the deuce.

Once she followed him

And she collared him.

This was his excuse

 

CHORUS

 

When the Alpha Phi ladies act like babies

I've got to love 'em, that's all!

I can't realize they're grown-up ladies

Effer, safer, lacer.

I want to swing them proper

When they look like babies, talk like babies,

That's the time I fall.

And though I love my red-haired queen

That Alpha Phi is sure a dream.

When Alpha Phi ladies act like babies.

I got to love 'em, that's all!