I'll show him
I'll show him that a girl can set her mind
To study hard and work and slave
And when the time has come he'll find
I'll show him
Though other boys are having fun by climbing trees and skipping school
Except for me the only one
I'll show her
I know her
I know behind the freckled face
There's just a stuck up snob who always
Has to win each race
I know him(her)
I know that great big show-off boy
Who thinks that he's oh so extra smart because
He's josy's pride and joy
I know him
I'll compete with him(her) make
Mincemeat of him(her)
And I never will give in
No retreat from him(her) wipe the street
With him(her)
Yet I know that he(she) will win
I know it
I know what Gilbert Blythe will do
He close his books right after school
And never fuss or fret or stew
I know it
I know that when it comes the day
I'll lose my nerve and not show up and
Run away
I'll throw it
Wont't compete with him(her) I'll be beat
By him(her)
Please just free me from his(her) grip
I'll retreat from him(her) crow I'll eat
With him(her) he(she) can keep the scholarship
Noooooo
I'll show him(her)
I'll show the awful schoolroom scab
That stuck-up snob
That freckled grouch
That teacher's pet
That red-haired crab
I'll throw him(her)
The day will come when we will write
The big exam
And I'll be calm
The bell will ring and wham
I'll show him(her)
I'll show him(her)