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It’s a Great Day to Be a Baby

It's a Great Day to Be a Baby

I was livin’ in a gooey bodily cave,

Popped out and made everybody rave,

And it’s a goofy thing but I just gotta say,

Hey, I’m doing all right.

Yeah, I think I’ll make me a world-class poop;

Feelin’ pretty poopy and that’s the truth.

It’s entirely milk-induced.

Yeah, I’m doin’ all right.

It’s a great day to be baby:

I know people love me even though they’re crazy.

If I could fart more into my diaper, oh, I would.

Why can’t every day be just this good?

I spent nine-some months in ay-nother body,

Kicked and hiccupped and made her feel shoddy.

Gave ‘er a lot of discomfort, then I left her alone;

Ohhh, I hope she’s doin’ all right.

Now I look around and what do I see?

A big cooing alien starin’ back at me,

Bruised-looking eyes but harmless as can be,

Lord, I guess she’s doin’ all right.

It’s a great day to be baby:

I know people love me even though they’re crazy.

If I could fart more into my diaper, oh, I would.

Why can’t every day be just this good?

Sometimes it’s overwhelming,

Sometimes it’s only me and

The din that fills this non-womb,

Sometimes I’m bawlin’, desperately callin’,

Howlin’ at the mom,

Booo-boooooob! Booo-booooooob!

Well I might go get me a new di-aper,

Spit up on Mommy’s Jimmy Choos.

Might even empty a pair of boooooobs!

Gooo, gaaaaaaah!

It’s a great day to be baby:

I know people love me even though they’re crazy.

If I could fart more into my diaper, oh, I would.

Why can’t every day be just this good?

It’s a great day to be baby:

I know people love me even though they’re crazy.

If I could fart more into my diaper, oh, I would.

Why can’t every day be just this good?

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