Story Behind The Song

If babies could talk........

Lyrics

I'm you're darling baby, Mommee, and I know you love me true
and adult communication's just one thing I can't yet do
But God's good grace has granted me a wish of mine you see
the gift of speech so I beseech you hear these words
I say to thee......

I hate this goddam baby chair
I hate that cigarette smell in your hair
And when you force feed me it's so unfair
I protest, I protest, I protest

I hate it when you watch TV
When you could be playin' on the floor with me
And my diaper's needs changin', hey!, can't you see
I protest, I protest, I protest

You're always wipin' and pokin' and stoppin' me
From doin' ma thing and you never give in
My recreation is my education
Now gimme a break or I'll paint the walls with poo again!

I hate to go to bed at night
You won't read me a story and turn out the light
I just wish you'd get my priorities right
I protest, I protest, I protest

(Inst break)

You're always wipin' and pokin' and stoppin' me
From doin' ma thing and you never give in
My recreation is my education
Now gimme a break or I'll paint the walls with poo again!

I hate when Dad's got a boner on
And the noise of your love wakes me up in the morn
you know there's times that I wish I had never been born!
Just had to get that off my chest
Believe me you're great but I reiterate

I protest!

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