Maria Lyrics

She climbs a tree And scrapes her knee Her dress has got a tear She waltzes on her way to mass and whistles on the stair And underneath her wimple She has curlers in her hair Maria's not an asset to the abbey She's always late for chapel But her penitence is real She's always late for everything, Except for every meal Mother Abbess From all of wich, I take it, That you firmly feel Maria's not an asset to the abbey! I'd like to say a word on her behalf. Maria makes me laugh! How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and bring it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibberti gibbet! A willo' the wisp! A clown! Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her, many a thing she ought to understand But how do you make her stay and listen to all you say How do you keep a wave upon the sand? Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? When I'm dazed and confused, out of focus and bemused, and I never know exactly where I am Unpredictable as weather, she's as flightly as a feather She's a darling She's a demon She's a lamb Se'd out-pester any pest, drive a hornet from his nest She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl She is gentle, she is wild She's a riddle She's a child She's a headache! She's an angel She's a girl How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a clown and pin it down? How can you find a word that means Maria? A flibberti gibbet! A willo' the wisp! A clown! Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her Many a thing she ought to understand But how do you make her stay And kisten to all you say? How do you keep a wave upon the sand? Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?