Relaxin’ - just an embryo So deftly in my weightless home Lazing in a funny kind of womb And I can't feel my bod 'Cause my arms haven’t grown past dots All I've got's this squishy kind of room Mama Mama should have closed her knees I’m now a bun in oven, trying to bake-y And my father - he’s gone absentee Through this strife you will find me Lazing in a funny kind of womb In my Mama’s tum In my Mama’s tum In my Mama’s tum Conception it was so bizarre It happened in a closed milk bar Plying Mom with malted milks and jewellery Now I'm floating here ‘Cus one sperm did persevere Lazing in a funny kind of womb Growin’ growin’ now I flail away Well Mama’s comfort’s easin’ less with every day 'Cause I jab Ma’s bladder with my knee Drift around all fluidly Lazing in a funny kind of womb In my Mama’s tum In my Mama’s tum In my Mama’s tum She’s cravin’ cravin’ ice cream pickle cheese You know my big fat mama’s trying to make me And I float around so pleasantly Am-ni-ot-ic luxury Lazing in a funny kind of womb In my Mama’s tum In my Mama’s tum Ooops! A contraction! Now another one! Where’s the water gone?