Thought I'd try to capture a few more from the baby's view point.

Gittin Here Ain’t Easy No. 2


Darling don’t you think he should talk by now,
I’ve tried every phonic but they don’t work some how,

I though that here this morning, he was trying to say your name,
When spitting out his oatmeal , it sounded just the same,

I cain’t figure what is wrong with these folks of mine,
Every thing they say is different , almost every line,

Long before when I was born, to myself I was talking,
It made a lot more sense to me , than all their noisy squawking,

Trying to understand their babble , man it’s really rough
I just cain’t even figure out, any of their stuff,

For months now who’s to talk to? Yeah you got that right,
And here you want me blabbering almost overnight,

For all the time I’ve been cooped up, words I couldn’t say,
Maybe they don’t know it , but things don’t work that way,

Been hell to learn anything, with all the goo goo’s and the gee, Gee’s,
And what’s a boogie boogie, bouncing on my Daddy’s knees,

I tried expressing my opinion-, it didn’t go so well,
Stuck a bottle in my mouth, Guess they didn’t like my yell,

Stuck me in a strait jacket riding backwards in the seat,
Wonder what mom’s been smoking, I ain’t seen it to beat,

I cain’t help her driving, we ain’t going which a way?
Mental problems, Yeah I’ll have’em, looking backwards every day,

Daddy’s an English teacher, still writes cursive like a few,
But sometimes in the car with me , he talks in cursive too,

Cause here I am a baby bundle, of bouncing on his knee,
Take it easy with that bouncing. I might gotta go you see,

Yeah, I’m almost outta diapers except for an accident here and there,
Reckon I gotta watch it.It causes Dad to swear,

Mom I think, would shoot him, she makes this growling sound ,
It messes up her hair do when he rolls the windows down,

I may not win the Best of show, too wonderful to mention,
But when I need a diaper change, I’m the center of attention,

Dad, Gimme a shot of that vodka bracer you’re holdin in your hand
It’s hard enough gittin on my knees and you want me to stand,

Yeah I reckon it’s time for me to, abide by his instruction,
Says I Milked this baby thing too long, now I’m just a tax deduction,

Does he mean it I don’t know , but maybe I won’t chance it,
He laughs a lot and teases me with statements like this bit,

And soon as I get on my feet and quit the infernal crying,
Says he wants me looking for work , he’s done with diaper buying,

Mom please make me a double, six ounces ain’t enough,
You and I know gittin here was downright awful rough,

Yeah I polished off that bottle and now it’s time to crash,
Please spare me from ol’rock a bye, just play ol'Johnny Cash, !