A mother was bathing her baby one night The youngest of ten, a pool little mite The mother was fat and the baby was thin Only a skellington wrapped up in skin.
The mother turned round for the soap from the rack She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back The baby was gone, and in anguish she cried 'Oh, where is my baby', the angels replied
Your baby has gone down the plug'ole Your baby has gone down the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He should have been bathed in a jug
Your baby is perfectly happy He won't need no bathing no more He's working his way through the sewers Not lost, just gone before.