Sleep little baby don't you fret
Mamma's going to say a little prayer
Then mamma's going to get some masking tape
To fix the hole in the ozone layer

Sleep little angel, baby dove
Sun's gone down, it's getting late
Mamma's got her chicken soup of love
For the bad old world is sick with hate

Wish that I could give you child
All the beauty I have seen
Mamma's going to sing you a melody
That you can hum when you're alone

Now you're in your cozy bed
Sleep little angel, drop of mud
There's a journey in your head
And desert winds blow in your blood

Wicked wold and wicked world
Howling in the moonless sky
But mamma's here to fend them off
Hush little baby, don't you cry