
Well ok I guess, and if you take it at absolute face value then there's a cutesyness at work ("I wish they would take a nap, little children. Now why don't you go bye-bye, go anywhere at all") that might appeal to some. But to pick at any of the loose threads flapping around here leads to very dubious territory that casts Billy J as some paedophilic predator up to no good at all with the innocence smothered under a ton of readymix sleaze and innuendo:
"Little children, you better not tell what you see
And if you're good I'll give you candy and a quarter
If you're quiet like you oughta be
And keep a secret with me"
Of course, Kramer is simply singing lyrics that somebody else wrote (Mort Shuman no less), but even in that, a twenty one year old's (Kramer's age in 1964) 'little children' plea sounds unlikeably patronising, especially from a bloke too scared to front up to his girl's old man. Which begs the question just how old was she anyway? "With little children like you around, I wonder what can I do around little children like you" - oh forget it...this is horrible whichever way you cut it.
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