Relaxin’ - just an embryo
So deftly in my weightless home
Lazing in a funny kind of womb
And I can't feel my bod
'Cause my arms haven’t grown past dots
All I've got's this squishy kind of room
Mama Mama should have closed her knees
I’m now a bun in oven, trying to bake-y
And my father - he’s gone absentee
Through this strife you will find me
Lazing in a funny kind of womb
In my Mama’s tum
In my Mama’s tum
In my Mama’s tum
Conception it was so bizarre
It happened in a closed milk bar
Plying Mom with malted milks and jewellery
Now I'm floating here
‘Cus one sperm did persevere
Lazing in a funny kind of womb
Growin’ growin’ now I flail away
Well Mama’s comfort’s easin’ less with every day
'Cause I jab Ma’s bladder with my knee
Drift around all fluidly
Lazing in a funny kind of womb
In my Mama’s tum
In my Mama’s tum
In my Mama’s tum
She’s cravin’ cravin’ ice cream pickle cheese
You know my big fat mama’s trying to make me
And I float around so pleasantly
Am-ni-ot-ic luxury
Lazing in a funny kind of womb
In my Mama’s tum
In my Mama’s tum
Ooops! A contraction!
Now another one!
Where’s the water gone?
