But They'll Never Have A Baby As Nice As Me - Barry Louis Polisar

What can I do, there’s a baby in the house

Nibbling at my mother and pulling at her blouse.

I wanted a brother, but how was I to know

I’d have to share my mother now I wish he’d go.

He sits upon her lap and gets bounced upon her knee,

But they’ll never have a baby as nice as me.

They’ll never have a baby as nice as me.

What can I do, there’s a baby inside.

He’s in our house and he even tried

To grab my blanket and to grab my clothes.

He makes a lot of noise and I suppose

He’s gonna be the center of our family.

But they’ll never have a baby as nice as me.

They’ll never have a baby as nice as me.

What can I, there’s a baby in my room;

He’s sleeping in my crib and I presume

He’s gonna get my clothes, he’s gonna get my shoes,

My toys, my books and my grandmother, too.

They’ll even let him pick the shows on TV

But they’ll never have a baby as nice as me.

They’ll never have a baby as nice as me