Our baby's a curse that'll lighten your purse The one thing that'll bring you is sorrow For all that she may look so sweet for today She'll be meat for the gallows tomorrow If you wanna raise something that's useful Try raising some money instead Why bother to breed when it's bread that you need And you can't even feed when you bread? A baby, a baby, another got a snive A baby, a baby, another snotty nose too high Though passion and vice may be all very nice It's a price if the oven's a hot one And charity's said to begin in the home So forget it if you haven't got one An oven's a bundle of trouble, an oven is better off drowned For each seed that you sow there's a weed that may grow And there's only so much to go round A baby, a baby, a bag of picnic stick A baby, a baby, another bloody * to kick A baby's a curse, and a female is worse All her life, all she'll know of is sorrow She'll be there on her back in the poorhouse today Back in the whorehouse tomorrow When you think what's in store for a baby It's pointless to preach or pretend When they die premature, you may cry to be sure But we've all got a go in the end A baby, a baby, a recipe for strife A baby, a baby, another bleeding wasted life Well, babies may grow and babies may thrive The gypsies took this one and kept it alive They fed it and raised it until it was five But you can't tie a little girl down And so one day, she ran away In the middle of Colchester town A baby's like rabies, a devil well disguised Hateful, ungrateful She did a midnight flit, so Did she end up in the shits, so I wouldn't be a bit surprised