BELLY BUTTON WINDOW
Well, I'm up here in this womb
I'm looking all around (hmm, hmm, hmm)
Well, I'm looking out my Belly Button Window
And I see a whole lot of frowns
And I'm wondering if they don't want me around
What seems to be the fuss out there?
Just what seems to be the hang?
'Cause you know if ya just don't want me this time around,
yeah I'll be glad to go back to Spirit Land
And even take a longer rest,
before I'm coming down the chute again
Man I sure remember the last time, baby,
they were still hawkin' about me then
So if you don't want me now,
make up your mind, where or when
If you don't want me now,
give or take, you only got two hundred days
'Cause I ain't coming down this way too much more again
You know they got pills for ills and thrills and even spills,
but I think you're just a little too late
So I'm coming down into this world, Daddy,
regardless of love and hate
And I'm gonna sit up in your bed, Mama (huh),
and just a-grin right in your face
And then I'm gonna eat up all your choclates (huh),
and say 'I hope I'm not too late'
So if there's any questions,
make up your mind
'Cause you better give or take
questions in your mind
Give it a take,
you only got two hundred days
Way up into this womb,
looking all around
Sure's dark in here!
And I'm looking out my Belly Button Window
And I swear I see nothing but a lot of frowns
And I'm wondering if they want me around . . .