Don't Drop Your Baby on the Floor

(sung to the tune of “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes”)


A posh suburban Houston home:
A maid and babe left all alone,
Well, she tripped and slipped and hit her funny bone,
And dropped poor Georgie like a stone.

(refrain:)
Don’t drop your baby on the floor,
Don’t use its head to stop the door,
‘Cause it might grow up to be like little George,
Don’t drop your baby on the floor.

Well, Georgie grew up big and strong,
But something still was slightly wrong.
When he spoke, his words would never play along
Because his ding was slightly donged.
(refrain)

Would he have gone off on a spree,
Bankrupted all those mortgagees,
And let bankers trash our poor economy,
If George had only scraped his knee?
(refrain)

Now our GIs have fought and bled,
The VA’s running out of beds
And Iraq has got a hundred thousand dead,
Because poor Georgie hit his head.
(refrain)

He ruled for years, and four years more,
Defeated Kerry and Al Gore,
So I have to think that mothers, o’er and o’er
Dropped future voters on the floor

Don’t drop your baby on the floor,
Don’t use its head to stop the door,
‘Cause when it grows up, just who will it vote for?
Don’t drop your baby on the floor.