What'll we do with the baby-o?
What'll we do with the baby?
What'll we do with the baby-o?
Wrap him up in a tablecloth
Throw him up in the old hayloft
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o
Every time the baby grins
Give my baby another bottle of gin
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o
Every time the baby cries
Stick my finger in the babies eyes
That's what we do with the baby
That's what we do with the baby-o
Be careful, my friend
He told me, if you want we will play
He told me, if you want we will play
Be careful, my friend, my friend
With the feet is like that. How how? Like that
The good king ...
King Dagobert ...
King Dagobert put his pants backwards but c'était an idiot
CoCoCo the monkey, early yesterday, the tot in her small cage, he told me, if you want we will play
Be careful, my friend, my friend, balalalalalala
Dagobert King took a stand upside down
We sing a little Titanic: ground floor falalala