Babies! Lovely babies! A new born child is a miracle And all the other midwives will agree It’s the most amazing sight you’ll ever see
And though they come out bloody And they all have funny hair, Let me tell you buddy Why you’ll find me there:
I want to eat your placenta You have what I want to eat I fry it in garlic and butter It comes out so tender and sweet. How can there be such a flavour In meat that’s oh so lean? Why don’t you come round for dinner? Maybe you’ll see what I mean.
Babies! Pretty babies! To see a birth is incredible And every single day it warms my heart Each time I get to watch a new life start
But if you catch me winking As I’m begging you to push, Guess what I am thinking As I’m staring at your bush:
I want to eat your placenta Roast it with some rosemary and sage The older the mother, the tougher the meat But the flavour will develop with age. If you are having a party Throw it on the barbecue. If you think that placenta would scare them You can melt it away in a stew.
I want to eat your placenta! Make a marinade with chillis and some zest All of my meals are delicious But teenage mothers really are the best. Some people think that I’m crazy But it’s worth it for the taste: That’s why you’ll find me at nightfall Going through the bins of human waste.