Bruce McCulloch - Drunk Baby Project lyrics

In the early 60's, though it was hidden from view The state and those under its tutelage went looking for proof In bunkers so secret its scientists never went home They begun what was to become known On the lips of horrified hipsters and capable cops as... The Drunk Baby Project Babies were taken from towns and townhouses Pulled from horrified moms by men who held badges In a secret place, they were given government booze In towels, my howls were recorded as proof That the sins of our fathers are not hidden from view Liquor pigs, there are statistics on you Kept by... the Drunk Baby Project Sad babies in jolly jumpers How many miles you gonna put on that kid? Sad babies in jolly jumpers "Maintenance, clean up in the rye ward" And the story, so gory, was born and it grew If a baby drank one, then some could drink two And, as those sweet babbies were pushed to the brink, The project's conclusion: booze makes it harder to think That flesh is a gun and liquor the trigger It only gets worse as us babies get bigger If you don't believe me, ask... the Drunk Baby Project Keep those tipsy toddlers alive Drunk babies shouldn't drive Drunk babies shouldn't drive Meanwhile, some tipsters told hipsters the tale How babies were kept in this organized jail Hipsters scratched goatees and put down their poems Buried their bongos, left cardboard homes Using their combs, they picked the locks of that secret government dome "Secure the perimeter" Hipsters hopped fences, security responded with fear The hipsters were laid wallward, cops spit in their ears The babies were wily and some turned them free How do I know? One of those babies was me My first words: da-da My second words: da-da, I'm drunk-drunk Are you proud?