This is probably the original of the song I posted back on 30-Jun-2017:

From the sheet music at Baylor University:


MAMMA’S GROWN YOUNG, PAPA’S GROWN OLD
Words by R. P. Weston and Bert Lee; music by Harris Weston, revised by Calvin Grooms
©1927; revised edition ©1928 by Francis, Day, & Hunter, Ltd., London.

1. Oh, gee! Listen to me:
My mother dear was turning grey,
And Pa would look at her and say:
“You’re getting older ev’ry day.”
Poor Mom said: “If I am,
I’m going to open all your eyes;”
So she took her face to a beauty place
And, oh boy, what a surprise!

CHORUS 1: Mamma’s grown young; Papa’s grown old.
Mamma’s grown hot; Papa’s grown cold.
    Mamma gets younger; Papa gets older each day.
Mamma’s grown thin; Papa’s grown fat.
Mamma’s like this; Papa’s like that.
    Mamma’s just blooming; Papa’s just fading away.
        Mamma with her boyish bob looks nifty, cute and sweet.
        Papa has a straggly beard that looks like shredded wheat.
Mamma’s at nightclubs shaking her hips.
Papa shakes too; he’s blue in the lips.
    Mamma gets younger; Papa gets older each day.

2. Poor Pop, thin on the top,
Begins to look an old “has-been,”
While Mamma in her crêpe de Chine
Although she’s fifty, looks eighteen.
Pa sighs, sorrowf’ly cries:
“She’s not a wife to me somehow.”
When he calls her “Ma” she says: “Stop that, Pa.
Just call me ‘Honey Babe’ now.”

CHORUS 2: Mamma’s grown young; Papa’s grown old.
Mamma’s grown hot; Papa’s grown cold.
    Mamma gets younger; Papa gets older each day.
Mamma’s grown strong; Papa has aged.
Mamma’s having the coroner paged.
    Mamma’s just blooming; Papa’s just fading away.
        Mamma in her pink pajamas hasn’t any flaws.
        Papa in his old red nightie looks like Santy Claus.
Mamma’s complexion blooms like a rose.
Papa’s complexion’s flown to his nose.
    Mamma gets younger; Papa gets older each day.

CHORUS 3: Mamma’s grown young; Papa’s grown old.
Mamma’s grown hot; Papa’s grown cold.
    Mamma gets younger; Papa gets older each day.
Mamma’s grown fast; Papa’s grown slow.
Mamma’s wound up; Papa won’t go.
    Mamma’s just blooming; Papa’s just fading away.
        Mamma only wants a lipstick when she’s walking out.
        Papa must have two sticks ‘cause he suffers with the gout.
Mamma displays the stockings she wears.
Papa shows his, but nobody cares.
    Mamma gets younger; Papa gets older each day.