Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love
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The Milky Way's shining high up above
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When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff
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But for now, close your eyes
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Close your eyes
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Sleep, little baby, try not to squawk
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Tomorrow and tomorrow you'll learn how to walk
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To love and laugh, to totter and talk
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But for now, beddy-byes
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Your blanket's hand-knitted with pure angora wool
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Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full
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Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull
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Yet still all this gringing
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What more could you want for? I just cannot guess
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You constantly complain to me; you should feel blessed
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There are children in Africa, starving to death
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And you don't hear them whinging
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What more can I do to put a stop to
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This mind-numbing noise you are making?
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Where is the line between patting and hitting?
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When is rocking "rocking" and when is it "shaking"?
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I don't know what else I can do to try to hush you
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My heart says "I love you", but my brain's saying "fuck you"
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And hoping a child trafficker will abduct you
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At least then I'll get a few hours in bed
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I've shushed and I've cooed and I've even try to sing
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"Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da" in the exact voice of Ringo
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Now all I have left is to hope that a dingo
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Will sneak in and rip off your fat bitching head
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Hush little baby, don't say a word
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Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
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In the hope you get avian flu
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The nice folk in A&E will take care of you
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That's it, close your eyes, shhh, not a sound
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I can barely see your tiny chest move up and down
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One thing they don't mention in the parenting books;
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Your love for them grows, the closer to dead they look
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Lullaby
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| Tim Minchin |
