Butter Baby

He's slippery, pale white
Chubby cheeks, don't need a diaper
He's stout, he's round
He's my butter baby

I never know where he's gonna be
He's always sliding away from me
Down banisters
He's my butter baby

He's a-giggling bubbles in his sippy cup
He's alive, he's mysterious, he cheers me up
Like a water weenie, golden genie, fettuccine little man
He's escaping right between my hands
Yellowy cherubim, mommy's had enough
He's creamy, he's dreamy, he's a rub-a-dub
Shiny folds of fat on butter baby

See him in the distance golden glint of sun
Watch his tummy swaying as he starts to run
All this oily stuff
He makes it fun

Rolling through the butter in his Sunday best
Rolling through the flour making such a mess
Oh well, what else
Can a daddy do?

He's a-giggling bubbles in his sippy cup
He's alive, he's mysterious, he cheers me up
Like a water weenie, golden genie, Mussolini chub
Naughty fingers making mischief in the tub
Yellowy cherubim, baby won't stop
He's creamy, he's dreamy, he's a spinning top
Pinky little tongue on butter baby