| What can I do, there’s a baby in the house
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| Nibbling at my mother and pulling at her blouse.
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| I wanted a brother, but how was I to know
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| I’d have to share my mother now I wish he’d go.
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| He sits upon her lap and gets bounced upon her knee,
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| But they’ll never have a baby as nice as me.
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| They’ll never have a baby as nice as me.
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| What can I do, there’s a baby inside.
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| He’s in our house and he even tried
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| To grab my blanket and to grab my clothes.
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| He makes a lot of noise and I suppose
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| He’s gonna be the center of our family.
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| But they’ll never have a baby as nice as me.
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| They’ll never have a baby as nice as me.
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| What can I, there’s a baby in my room;
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| He’s sleeping in my crib and I presume
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| He’s gonna get my clothes, he’s gonna get my shoes,
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| My toys, my books and my grandmother, too.
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| They’ll even let him pick the shows on TV
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| But they’ll never have a baby as nice as me.
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| They’ll never have a baby as nice as me |