|
Clapton / Bruce / Baker Are we rollin`? A one, a two, a free, a four... A mother was washing her baby one night The youngest of ten and a delicate mite The mother was poor and the baby was thin `Twas naught but an skelingtin covered with skin The mother turned `round for a soap off the rack She was only a moment but when she turned back Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried "Oh, where `as my baby gone?" The angels replied: Oh, your baby has gone down the plug `ole Oh, your baby has gone down the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He should `ave been washed in a jug (in a jug) Your baby is perfectly happy He won`t need a bath anymore He`s a-muckin` about with the angels above Not lost but gone before |