Tekster: Throwing Muses. In A Doghouse. Cry Baby Cry.

Cry, baby, cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
Cry, baby, cry

The king of Marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
The queen was in the parlor
Playing piano for the children of the king

Cry, baby, cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
Cry, baby, cry

At twelve o'clock a meeting 'round the table
For a seance in the dark
Voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark

Cry, baby, cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know better
Cry, baby, cry