Lyrics:
Oh my little baby, you will be my salvation.
Tiny little baby will improve on my race.
Oh my little baby, you’re my brand new creation.
You appear so different when I look at your face.
I want your eyes to look nothing like mine,
And when you cry I will make it all fine.
Show off my boy — they will coo at my wealth.
Looking at you means I don’t have to look at myself.
My baby, my baby, baby boy.
Oh my little baby boy, you give me such power.
I can make a difference when I focus on you.
I don’t mean to hurt you or to make it turn sour,
But I derive my meaning from the things that you do.
You are my favorite possession to flaunt.
It doesn’t matter the things that you want.
I feel so proud that you came out of me.
I get to look, but I don’t have to see
My baby, my baby, baby boy
What’s wrong, little baby?
What’s wrong, little man?
What’s wrong, little baby?
What’s wrong, little man?
Oh my little baby, you’re not what I expected.
Tiny little baby, you don’t seem to make sense.
You should be a baby and do as you’re directed.
You don’t get opinions. Tell me, what’s your defense?
Why do you weep? What’s with this attitude?
I let you sleep, and I give you your food.
Why won’t this work like it did with my doll?
It’s like I don’t even know you at all.
My baby, my baby, baby boy,
My baby, my baby, baby boy,
My baby…
Contributing Writer
Columbia University College of Physicians & Surgeons
Mikey Montalbano is a medical student at Columbia University College of Physicians & Surgeons and an NYC-based Actor/Singer/Songwriter. Hailing from Berkeley, California, Mikey holds a BM in Music Theatre from NYU Steinhardt, and has been performing live improvised comedy at the Peoples Improv Theater, Magnet & UCB since 2010.
