When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town Down around Santa's home And the folks are ridin' for another day Round about their home The people of the town are strange And they're proud of where they came Well, you're talkin' about the time of growth Time of growth Well, the preacher and the teacher, oh, they're a caution They are the talk of the town When the gossip gets to fly in the air And when the sun goes fallin' down They say that the father's insane And they're Mrs. Perkins again Well, you're talkin' about the time of growth Time of growth Time of growth Well, every day there's a new thing comin' The ways of an oriental view The sheriff and his buddies with a samurai sword You can even hear the music at night And though it's a part of the most lost state Where people don't seem to care They'll just keep on lookin' to the east . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well, you're talkin' about the time of growth Time of growth Time of growth . . . . . .