Miracle: Part 1

My mummy says I'm a miracle!
My daddy says I'm his special little guy!
I am a princess
And I am a prince
Mum says I'm an angel sent down from the sky!

My daddy says I'm his special little soldier
No one is as handsome, strong as me
It's true he indulges my tendency to bulge
But I'm his little soldier
Hup, two, four, free

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 daddy says I'm his special little soldier
No one is as bold or tough as me
Has my daddy told ya
One day when I'm older
I can be a soldier
And shoot you in the face?

One can hardly move for beauty and brilliance these days
It seems that there are millions of these one-in-a-millions these days
Specialness is de rigueur
Above average is average, go figure
Is it some modern miracle of Calculus
That such frequent miracles don't render each one un-miraculous?

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 precious barrelina
She has never seen a
Prettier barrelina
She says if I'm keen, I have to cut down on the cream
But I'm a barrelina
So give me more cake!

Take another picture of our angel from this angle over here
She is clearly more emotionally developed than her peers
What a dear!

Honey, look at mummy
Don't put honey on your brother
Smile for mummy! Smile for mother!
I think he blinked
Well, take another!

Have you seen his school report?
He got a C on his report!
What?
We'll have to change his school
The teacher's clearly falling short

He's just delightful
So hilarious
And insightful
Might she be a little brighter than her class?
Oh, yes, she's definitely advanced!

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
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 as miraculous as me

Look, is this gonna take much longer, doctor?
I've got a plane to catch at three
I'm competing in the Bi-Annual International Amateur Salsa
And Ballroom Dancing Championships in Paris

You're getting on a plane, Mrs Wormwood?
Of course I am
I always compete, doctor
And this time, I have a secret weapon
Rudolpho!
He's part Italian, you know
Very supple
Has incredible upper-body strength

I think we should have a talk
So, what is it? What's wrong with me?
Mrs Wormwood, do you really have no idea?
Gas?
Mrs Wormwood, I want you to think very carefully
What do you think might be the cause of this?

Am I? Am I? Look, am I fat?
Mrs. Wormwood, you're pregnant!
What?
You're going to have a baby!

But I've got a baby!
I don't want another one
Isn't there something you can do?
You're nine months pregnant!

Antibiotics, or?
Oh, my good Lord!
What about the Bi-Annual International Amateur Salsa
And Ballroom Dancing Championships?



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Minchin
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