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 still 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 hundred 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.