I am a happy widdle bub
I sleep with a widdle bear
Everything I have is widdle
Theres widdle everywhere
I've widdle booties on my feet
A widdle bonnet blue
A widdle nappy for my bott
Inside - a widdle pooh
When mummy changes my nappy
And kisses me just for funs
My daddy doesnt hang around
He holds his nose and runs
Though I'm just a widdle bub
And grown up I am not
I think my family deals in drugs
Cause they puts me on the pot!
My mummy has me worried too
Whatever is she thinking...
Day and night I get a bottle
And now I'm hooked on drinking
Later when I'm all grown up
If I have children then
I'll call my mum and daddy and
They can do it all again.
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