Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Songbook/Lyrics Book

The Miracle of Birth

Of all the mystery and wonder

And beauty on this earth

Nothing can compare to

The miracle of birth

Well your cervix has been closed

And plugged with mucus

But soon that viscous plug

Will be discharged

It's called 'bloody show'

And explosive diarrhea

Means that labor's drawing nearer

And those sharp painful contractions

Cause your cervix to enlarge

Beautiful!

Then you race your ass

Over to the hospital

Where they'll strap you in

For the hell ride of your life

It's what your body's made for

You'll soon be in so much pain

That you'll probably exclaim

"Please just kill me now

Doctor, doula, or midwife!"

Tear, tear, tear

Goes your vagina!

Never will it be

Its cute little self again

But the good news is

If you have a few more kids

The rest will basically

Plop right out

After hours and hours

Of utter torture

You may poop yourself and/or

Throw up as you bear down

Cause you're a goddess!

And though you've never

Been this tired-wait!

Here comes the ring of fire

That's your vagina bursting

Into flames as the head

Starts to crown

Burn, burn, burn

Goes your vagina!

And you'll curse and scream

Until you hear a cry!

It's your baby!

And oops! There it went-a

That was the placenta

Which you must expel

Or you will surely die!

When it's all over they place

The baby on your breast

You may be happy for a moment

But then for months you'll be depressed

'Cause you've wrecked your life and body

You'll think "What's it really worth?"

All that for the miracle of birth!