They must think that I’m stupid,
‘Cause they treat me like I’m dumb.
They always act real nervous
When I ask where I came from.

I asked how it could happen,
I was born on my birthday?”
Mom told me she was busy
And to go outside and play.

It was in a hospital
Where they found me, Daddy said.
He said I was sure messy
All wrinkly, wet and red.

They both laughed when I asked them
But I wonder just the same.
They said I couldn’t even talk,
So wonder how they learned my name?