文本歌词

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—
I even heard her singing in the Abbey!
She's always late for chapel—
But her penitence is real
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria's not an asset to the Abbey
I like to say a word in her behalf—
Then say it Sister
Maria…makes me…laugh!
How do you solve a problem like Maria
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down
How do you find a word that means Maria
A will-o -the-wisp!
A flibbertijibbet!
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 with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
She's as flighty as a feather—
She's a darling!
She's a demon!
She's a lamb!
She'd outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She can 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 cloud and pin it down
How do you find a word that means Maria
A flibbertijibbet!
A will-o -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