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