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[ti:lullaby] |
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[ar:tim minchin] |
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[al:] |
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Sleep, little baby, sleep now my love |
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The Milky Way's shining high up above |
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When you grow up, you will learn all that stuff |
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But for now, close your eyes |
| [00:38.57] |
Close your eyes |
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Sleep, little baby, try not to squawk |
| [00:48.43] |
Tomorrow and tomorrow you'll learn how to walk |
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To love and laugh, to ???? and talk |
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But for now, beddy-byes |
| [01:03.78] |
Your blanket's hand-knitted with pure angora wool |
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Your nappy is dry and your tummy is full |
| [01:15.10] |
Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull |
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Yet still all this gringing |
| [01:25.76] |
What more could you want for? |
| [01:28.46] |
I just cannot guess |
| [01:31.35] |
You constantly complain to me; |
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you should feel blessed |
| [01:36.53] |
There are children in Africa starving to death |
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And you don't hear them whinging |
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What more can I do to put a stop to |
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This mind-numbing noise you are making? |
| [01:59.84] |
Where is the line between patting and hitting? |
| [02:04.73] |
When is rocking "rocking" and when is it "shaking"? |
| [02:12.00] |
I don't know what else I can do to try to hush you |
| [02:16.88] |
My heart says "I love you", but my brain's saying "**** you" |
| [02:21.92] |
And hoping a child trafficker will abduct you |
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At least then I'll get a few hours in bed |
| [02:31.25] |
I've shushed and I've cooed and I've even try to sing |
| [02:36.24] |
"Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da" in the exact voice of Ringo |
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Now all I have left is to hope that a dingo |
| [02:46.14] |
Will sneak in and rip off your fat bitching head |
| [03:24.35] |
Hush little baby, don't say a word |
| [03:29.18] |
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird |
| [03:32.66] |
In the hope you get avian flu |
| [03:35.71] |
The nice folk in A&E will take care of you |
| [04:17.99] |
That's it, close your eyes, shhh, not a sound |
| [04:25.76] |
I can barely see your tiny chest moving up and down |
| [04:31.10] |
One thing they don't mention in the parenting books: |
| [04:37.43] |
Your love for them grows, the closer to dead they look |
