Baby's teeth like polished seeds.
I clean out all their cavities.
Baby's teeth strung out on beads.
I give them away on Mother's Day.
Out! Get out! Out, out! Get out!
Parents are nothing but trouble.
Trouble is nothing but headaches.
Headaches are nothing but mental.
Hey, girl, what's that sound?
We can shake big buildings down.
Shake it baby.
Shake it on down.
Writer(s): Tim Harrington, Syd Butler, Seth Jabour, Paul Slife, Patrick Mahoney
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