When a baby comes to you,
You’ll have lots of work to do.
Every night from ten ’til two,
It’s Music, Music, Music.
Getting up at Three AM.
And getting up at Six again,
Every day is wash-day then,
It’s Diapers, Diapers, Diapers.
Baby, oh! darling baby,
You’ll love him
Just how much nobody knows,
From his head down to his toes.
Often he’ll be in distress,
Hungry, wet or in a mess,
But when he is at his best
It’s Music, Music, Music.
