You’re still a baby, you’re the baby sort
Not so long ago, you came thru the baby port
But every now and then we think you’re all grown up
And that you’re really really really really short

Shorter than a bread box, shorter than the stairs
Shorter than the milk crate, shorter than most chairs
If we built you a life-sized fort
It’d be really really really really short

You’re still a baby, you’re the baby sort
That’s my information, that’s my report
But sometimes we forget, think you’re all grown up
And that you’re really really really really short

Whistle

Shorter than a bread box, shorter than the stairs
Shorter than the milk crate, shorter than most chairs
If we built you a life-sized fort
It’d be really really really really short

You’re still a baby, you’re the baby sort
You wouldn’t be much good on the basketball court
But sometimes we forget, think you’re all grown up
And that you’re really really really really short

Really really really really short
Really really really really short

(lyrics: Dan Bern)