Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love
The Milky Way's shining high up above
When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff
But for now, close your eyes
Close your eyes
Sleep, little baby, try not to squawk
Tomorrow and tomorrow you'll learn how to walk
To love and laugh, to make toast and talk
But for now, beddy-byes
Your blanket's hand-knitted with pure angora wool
Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full
Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull
Yet still all this gringing
What more could you want for? I just cannot guess
You constantly complain to me; you should feel blessed
There are children in Africa starving to death
And you don't hear them whinging
What more can I do to put a stop to
This mind-numbing noise you are making?
Where is the line between patting and hitting?
When is rocking "rocking" and when is it "shaking"?
The Milky Way's shining high up above
When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff
But for now, close your eyes
Close your eyes
Sleep, little baby, try not to squawk
Tomorrow and tomorrow you'll learn how to walk
To love and laugh, to make toast and talk
But for now, beddy-byes
Your blanket's hand-knitted with pure angora wool
Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full
Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull
Yet still all this gringing
What more could you want for? I just cannot guess
You constantly complain to me; you should feel blessed
There are children in Africa starving to death
And you don't hear them whinging
What more can I do to put a stop to
This mind-numbing noise you are making?
Where is the line between patting and hitting?
When is rocking "rocking" and when is it "shaking"?
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