"Baby Boy" lyrics
He lives on a playground
Where he can drink grape juice all day if he wants
It might be cute
But not for a grown up
He washes his hands in a water bubbler
He made his camp under a slide
He likes to hear the kids yell as they slide down
It's how he gets his sleep
He waves his arms and rants and cranks butts
And tells all the kids to never change
Just keep it kinda clean
If those baby teeth don't grow
You could always pout and scream anyway
If that pus don't squirt from your gums
You could always out the teat you scathe
He wakes up in a sandbox
Hits the hose and calls his folks
He tries to keeping it clean
If those baby teeth don't grow
You could always pout and scream anyway
If that pus don't squirt from your gums
You could always out that teat you scathe
Where he can drink grape juice all day if he wants
It might be cute
But not for a grown up
He washes his hands in a water bubbler
He made his camp under a slide
He likes to hear the kids yell as they slide down
It's how he gets his sleep
He waves his arms and rants and cranks butts
And tells all the kids to never change
Just keep it kinda clean
If those baby teeth don't grow
You could always pout and scream anyway
If that pus don't squirt from your gums
You could always out the teat you scathe
He wakes up in a sandbox
Hits the hose and calls his folks
He tries to keeping it clean
If those baby teeth don't grow
You could always pout and scream anyway
If that pus don't squirt from your gums
You could always out that teat you scathe
Writer(s): Richard Maguire
