After spending some time at the beach and talking about babies or baby names or baby furniture or baby retirement plans, everything is starting to take on a Fisher Price feel, including music. Just recently, I heard a song that wouldn't leave my brain, except that the lyrics were baby-fied.

So here are the lyrics to the first verse and chorus of the first track from my first album for babies. That, or an isolated song parody I wrote this morning. Either way, I'm still open to record deals, so contact me or my agent (i.e., me) with your best offer.

Babies of Summer
(to the tune of Don Henley's "Boys of Summer")

Out for a stroll today,
I saw an Elmo sticker on my diaper bag.
Then a voice inside my head said,
"Where's my cat? Where's my fluffy stuffed cat?"
There it is,
On the floor,
Just under my seat.
How did it get there, Mommy?
And it is time to eat?

I can't see you!
We play a game a Peek-a-Boo.
I cover up my eyes,
And there's a chance that I just pooed.
I can tell you
My diaper days are almost done.
I'll start using the potty
Before summer's gone.