|
Look at the baby |
MUSIC:
Look at the Coffin |
|
Well look at the baby, boys |
Well look at its arms,
boys |
|
Bloody well gorgeous |
Thin as a twig’s |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its head, boys |
Well look at its hands,
boys |
|
Round as a football |
Bigger than shovel’s |
|
Well look at its hair, boys |
Well look at its
fingers, boys |
|
Falling out already |
Too long for a piano |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its brow, boys |
Well look at the body,
boys |
|
Furrowed like a field |
Short and dumpy |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its eyes, boys |
Well look at the legs,
boys |
|
Bright blue and wide |
Thicker than tree
trunks |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its nose, boys |
Well look at the feet,
boys |
|
Running off its face |
Bigger than a Yeti’s |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its ears, boys |
Well look at the toes,
boys |
|
Hearing everything |
Webbed like a flipper |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its mouth, boys |
Well look at the nails,
boys |
|
Open and hungry |
Sharp as claws |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its chin, boys |
Well look at the baby
boy |
|
Pointed like Nevis |
All dressed in pink |
|
|
|
|
Well look at its neck, boys |
Well look at the baby
girl |
|
A
giraffes is shorter |
All dressed in blue |
Isn’t it grand
boys to be bloomin’ alive?
Let’s not
have a tipple
Let’s have a
gallon or two
And always
remember the earlier they’re born
The longer you’ll have them with you
|