Emma Hunton feat. Heidi Blickenstaff, Alan H. Green, NaTasha Yvette Williams & Jason "SweetTooth" Williams -
Freaky Friday: A New Musical (Studio Cast Recording)
Bring My Baby (Brother) Home
Oh (oh)
Oh (oh)
Wa-a-a-oh-a-oh (woah woah)
Bring my baby home
My baby brother home
That precious little boy
His mother's pride and joy
Her brightest star
Please search from north to south
And near to far
Then search from sea to sea
And bring my baby home to me
Oh (oh)
Oh (oh)
Woah! (Woah woah)
Bring my baby home (your baby)
My darling baby home (darling baby)
He's innocent, he is sweet (so sweet)
He has, uh, messed up feet (messed up feet)
So, hence the shoes
I'm really not the type to sing the blues (sing it)
Or raise up any fuss (any fuss)
But bring my baby home to us
Now, lady relax
And sit down for a spell
He's probably just lost
Or else down in a well
He took the wrong bus
Or the wrong stranger's car
Abducted by aliens
Drunk at a bar
There was that one kid
Who was carved limb from limb
They say that his sister done did it to him
Resentful and jealous
Or so the mom said
The kid is a pain
But I don't want him dead
I don't want him dead
I don't want him, don't want him
Oh no
Bring my baby home
My baby brother home
Oh, Fletcher, I'm such a jerk (such a jerk)
Now, you too, get to work (we'll get to work)
I made you cry, please come back home (oh)
And soon, and please don't die (don't you die)
Oh, Fletch, where can you be? (Where can you be)
Please bring my baby home (home)
Yes, bring my baby home (home)
My baby brother home to
Fletcher!
Me (yes, bring their baby home)
Oh (precious baby)
Fletcher?
Mommy!
He's home!
Oh (oh)
Wa-a-a-oh-a-oh (woah woah)
Bring my baby home
My baby brother home
That precious little boy
His mother's pride and joy
Her brightest star
Please search from north to south
And near to far
Then search from sea to sea
And bring my baby home to me
Oh (oh)
Oh (oh)
Woah! (Woah woah)
Bring my baby home (your baby)
My darling baby home (darling baby)
He's innocent, he is sweet (so sweet)
He has, uh, messed up feet (messed up feet)
So, hence the shoes
I'm really not the type to sing the blues (sing it)
Or raise up any fuss (any fuss)
But bring my baby home to us
Now, lady relax
And sit down for a spell
He's probably just lost
Or else down in a well
He took the wrong bus
Or the wrong stranger's car
Abducted by aliens
Drunk at a bar
There was that one kid
Who was carved limb from limb
They say that his sister done did it to him
Resentful and jealous
Or so the mom said
The kid is a pain
But I don't want him dead
I don't want him dead
I don't want him, don't want him
Oh no
Bring my baby home
My baby brother home
Oh, Fletcher, I'm such a jerk (such a jerk)
Now, you too, get to work (we'll get to work)
I made you cry, please come back home (oh)
And soon, and please don't die (don't you die)
Oh, Fletch, where can you be? (Where can you be)
Please bring my baby home (home)
Yes, bring my baby home (home)
My baby brother home to
Fletcher!
Me (yes, bring their baby home)
Oh (precious baby)
Fletcher?
Mommy!
He's home!
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Kitt, Brian R. Yorkey
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