Are we rolling? A one-ah, a two-ah, a three-ah, a four-ah...

A mother was washing her baby one night;
The youngest of ten, and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
'Twas naught but an skellington covered with skin.

The mother turned 'round for the soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but a-when she turned back;
Her baby had gawn, and in anguish she cried,
"Oh, where has my baby gawn?" The angels repliieeeeed:

Oh, your baby has gone down the plug 'ole.
Your baby has gone down the plug!
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should have been washed in a jug. (In a jug!)

Your baby is perfectly 'appy;
He won't need a bath anymore.
He's a-muckin' about with the angels above,
Not a-lost, but a-gawn-ah befooreeeeee!

(Thank you, thank you. Thank you.)

Do you want to do it again?

Traditional, arranged by Cream, featured on the album Disraeli Gears. To be sung in your best drunken cockney accent.

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