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 [bad word] down the chute again 
Man, I sure remember the last time, baby 
They were still 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 hundred 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.