He's Really Going Home

Sung to the tune of I'm Going Home, by Daughtry.

He's going home
To the place where he belongs
Where his Teen Mom can stay up all night
Instead of me

I'm making bottles in the night,
Trying to find the blue pacifiying thing.
I'm going to the place where onesies
Diapers and formula don't ever cost a thing.
And diaper rash is just an imaginary thing.

Well he's going home,
Back to the place where he belongs,
And where his Teen Mom can stay up all night
Instead of me.

I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret the Foster Mama life I chose for me.
But these wet diapers and bottles are getting cold,
So he's going home.
Well he's going home.

My diapers are getting bigger, it seems,
The longer I stay with you.
I've not always been the quietest baby for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

But I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not napping now.
No, I think your singing the wrong song.
The Itsy Bitsy Sprider's the one for me.

I don't like the wet wipes you chose for me.
And my bottles are getting cold,
So I'm going home.
Yeah, I'm going home.

Be careful how you burp me,
'Cause I just might spit it up.
I just might spit it up,
What you don't want to wear.

Be careful how you burp me,
'Cause I just might spit it up.
I just might spit it up,
What you don't want to wear. Yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where my teen Mom is patiently waiting for me.
I'm not napping now.
No, I think you woke me up.
I don't regret the foster home you chose for me.
But wet diapers and these bottles are getting cold.
I said wet diapers and these bottles are getting cold
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Social Worker should be here in an hour or so. He's napping and smells like baby shampoo. He smells better than puppies....

God, I'm gonna miss that little bugger.