When you're Gerber salesmen as are we
But can't even move the stuff for free
What a wonderful surprise
When at once you realize
In a town full of babies are you

If we swerve to keep from hitting some
There's a hundred more where those came from
With a hunger to assuage
Suddenly we're all the rage
When a town full of babies can't chew

They all have hunger, aching hunger
They're craving soft and creamy treats
Some mushy kugel, turnip strudel
And for a very tender ender, liquid beets

Well, the both of us are clueless still
Why this town's turned into Babyville
But we're having us a blast
While the nanner puddin' lasts
And the pablum monopoly, too
When there's nothing but babies in view

And our bank accounts are flush
While we're serving up the mush
Selling diapers we're thinking of, too
In a town full of babies, goo-goo

Yes, the profits can be pretty when adults in Baby City are you