Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
Had I never been so bouncy, would I never quite have made it as a boy here? Had I never been so bouncy would this bouncing baby boy have found his way to you? When it comes to bouncing babies, I have bounced beautiful babies more than just a few. (That’s true!) Beautiful bouncing babies they’ve enjoyed this bouncing baby just as much as you.
Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
Leaping, crawling, creeping, vaulting, sleeping, starting, stalling, falling in love with you. The implications, incarcerations, recriminations, I promise I’ll make it up to you. The essence of the question and the cause of your congestion, I’ll reveal to you. When you’re wanting and whining, wishing and pining, nickel-and-diming, I’ll be aligning the stars for you.
Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
The pitter, the patter, the pitcher, the batter, the spill and the splatter, the crux of the matter is I love you. The hand and the glove, the finger and thumb, the moon and the sun, I could never make one if not for you. If you weren’t so appealing, so pretty, so pleasing, enchanting, enticing, bewitching, beguiling, I’d still want you. Chapter and verse, like doctor and nurse, for better or worse, I’m never averse to loving you.
Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
Like Adam and Eve on maternity leave, she gave and he took though it’s hard to believe, but I do love you. Like Ma and Pa Kettle, like Hansel and Gretel, though they may have settled with some other fellow, there’s only you. Bogey, Bacall when they had it all, the French and de Gaulle weren’t a couple at all, but I know we are. Like Siamese Twins, churches and hymns, saunas and Finns, and Disney tie-ins, I’m a part of you.
Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
Like Russians with Vodka and Greeks with moussaka, like fans of Sinatra, I always go ga-ga when I see you. Always a woman, not always a lady, let’s try for a baby. Have I told you lately that I love you? Like Richard and Liz when they could forgive. Like Paris and Helen wherever they’re dwellin’ I’m here for you. Like green eggs with ham, peanut butter with jam, like Popeye the Man, I am what I am because of you.
Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
Romeo, Juliet, like sun and sunset, like Scarlett and Rhett, I’ll never forget I belong to you. Like Ronald and Nancy though we’re not so fancy, like Laurel and Hardy at a coming-out party I’m stuck on you. Where do we begin and where do we end? Through thick and through thin, love always will win now that I’m with you. As guilty as sin with a mischievous grin, if I’m happier now than I ever have been it’s because of you.
Beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby, beautiful bouncing baby—that’s you!
Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002