Well. I'm up here in this womb

I'm looking all around

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 fuzz 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 stlll 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

And just a grin right in your face

And then I'm gonna eat up all your chocolates,

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 hundered 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