Miracle: Pt. 3

Oh, my undercarriage doesn't feel quite normal
My skin looks just revoltin' in this foul, fluorescent light
And this gown is nothin' like the semi-formal
Semi-Spanish gown
I should be wearin' in the semi-finals tonight

I should be dancin' the Tarentella
Qui mon fella Italiano
Not dressed in hospital cotton
With an owchie front bottom
And this-

Miracle, horrible
Miracle
Smelly little horrible animal I have ever seen (beautiful animal I have ever seen)

I can't find his frank 'n' beans
Ev-er-y life is unbelievably unlikely (my mummy says I'm a miracle)
The chances of existence almost infinitely small (my daddy says I'm his special little guy)
The most common thing in life is life (hup, two, four, free)

And yet, every single life
Every new life
Is a miracle
Miracle
Miracle

My mummy says I'm a miracle
One look at my face and it's plain to see
Ever since the day doc chopped the umbilical cord
It's been clear there's no peer for a miracle like me

My mummy says I'm a miracle (my mummy says I'm a miracle)
That I'm as tiny and as shiny as a mirror ball
You can be all cynical
But it's a truth empirical
There's never been a miracle, a miracle, a miracle as

My mummy says I'm a lousy little worm
My daddy says I'm a bore
My mummy says I'm a jumped-up little germ
That kids like me should be against the law
My daddy says I should learn to shut my pie-hole
No one like a smart-mouthed girl like me
Mum says I'm a good case for population control
Dad says I should watch more TV



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy David Minchin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link