The Wainwright Sisters - Baby rocking medley

There's an island way out in the ^Amsea Where ^Cbabies grow up on the ^Amtrees And it's, ^Foh, so much fun, to swing ^Cup in the ^Amsun But you ^Dmhave to watch ^Gout if you ^Csneeze, you ^Amsneeze You ^Dmhave to watch ^Gout if you ^Csneeze

You have to watch out if you ^Amsneeze 'Cause ^Cswinging up there in the ^Ambreeze If you ^Fhappen to cough, you might ^Cvery well fall ^Amoff And ^Dmtumble down ^Gflop on your ^Cknees, your ^Amknees And ^Dmtumble down ^Gflop on your ^Cknees

And when the stormy winds ^Amwail And the ^Cbreezes blow up in a ^Amgale There's, ^Foh, such a plopping and ^Cflopping and ^Amdropping And ^Dmfat little ^Gbabies just ^Chail, just ^Amhail And ^Dmfat little ^Gbabies just ^Chail

And the babies lie there in a ^Ampile And ^Cgrownups come after a^Amwhile And they ^Falways pass by any ^Cbabies that ^Amcry They ^Dmtake only ^Gbabies that ^Csmile, that ^Amsmile Take ^Dmtriplets or ^Gtwins if they'll ^Csmile

There's an island way out in the ^Amsea Where ^Cbabies grow up on the ^Amtrees And it's, ^Foh, so much fun, to swing ^Cup in the ^Amsun But you ^Dmhave to watch ^Gout if you ^Csneeze, you ^Amsneeze You ^Dmhave to watch ^Gout if you ^Csneeze

^CAll right, it's 5:30 in the morning and that kid has not quit howling for six hours. You're getting sort of desperate, breaking out into a cold sweat because you know that all those other kids are going to get up in about another half hour and they're going to demand cereal and peanut-butter sandwiches and milk. And you forgot to get milk. Oh, God. All the paregoric is gone. It's gone because you drank it. Things are getting awful bad and you need something else. Every culture's got one: it's the hostile baby- rocking song. You just can't keep all that stuff bottled up inside yourself. You need to let it out some way, or you'd get strange and punch the baby in the mouth and you can't do that. You'd get an awful big ticket for it, and it makes you feel lousy. So you take that baby and you rock it firmly, smile sweetly at it and you sing the hostile baby-rocking song:

^CThis is the day we give babies away With a ^Amhalf a pound of tea Just o^Cpen the lid, and out pops the kid With a ^Amtwelve month guarantee

^CThis is the day we give babies away With a ^Amhalf a pound of tea If you ^Cknow any ladies who want any babies Just ^Amsend them around to me

With a ^Amhalf a pound of tea Just o^Cpen the lid, and out pops the kid With a ^Amtwelve month guarantee

^CThis is the day we give babies away With a ^Amhalf a pound of tea If you ^Cknow any ladies who want any babies Just ^Amsend them around to me