One more baby child born
and the busy world just goes on
his first look at the world
will be thru a broken window pane
beyond that, an alley
leading no-where
One more baby child born
and his mama looks down on him
with a tender smile
she just wanna hold him
and keep him safe
cos he'll only, be a baby
for a little while
Ohoh, He may grow up
to be your president, yeah
but then again you might find him
stuck in the ghetto segment
his future is still unknown
for the time being he's just
one more baby child born
She'll watch him grow
and give him all the love she can
and when he stumbles and falls
she's there to hold his hand
But when he grows up
she knows she mustn't weep
just hope she gave him enough strength
to stand on his own, two feet
he may, he may grow up
to be your president
but then again you might find him
stuck to the ghetto segment
I'm so glad his future is still unknown
for the time being he's just
one more baby child born
Yeh yeh
one more baby child born
might make it
one more, baby child born.