[FOETUSES:]
It's the old Doc's knife for us
Ripped apart, chopped, sliced... poor us!
Cuz we're pre-nup, 'illegit'
With some scissors, we get snipped
What a half-cocked fight!

All our mums were freakin' hos
Ridden more than rodeos
Phrophylactics had some holes
Now her belly's got a bulge
She's a knocked-up wife!

Don't you wish that you didn't get pulled out yet?
Just a dream that we'll get to stay inside
Oh, there's nothing that we can do about it
Their solution is committin' feticide!
Who could bear to exterminate a baby?
After birth, they would throw you in the clink
But since I'm still inside a pregnant lady
It aint called 'dying' if you have me made extinct!

Ohhhh!

Pregnant-bellied wife!
Isn't really blithe!
That a doctor's knife?
We're in f***ing strife!

Menopause she thought she'd reached
Now my birth she's gonna 'breach'
My existence is a glitch
Mother wants abortion (Bitch!)

It's the old Doc's knife for us
Ripped apart, chopped, sliced... poor us!
Suck our bodies from her vag
Then whack on a 'Pro Choice' badge

[MOTHER:]
*protest horn*
Back off, chaps, cuz this bump's mine!
I do what I want with my body!

[FOETUSES:]
Please consider my bod, then
Toss me in a paper bin?
Don't you think it is a sin
To kill off your next of kin?

[SURGEON:]
Scalpel, nurse!

[NURSE 1:]
Rip their heads!

[NURSE 2:]
Drag them out 'dead-first'!

[FOETUSES:]
It's the old Doc's knife for us
Ripped apart, chopped, sliced... poor us!
Who'd have thought this comfy womb
Could so soon become my tomb!

Like a Warbucks plight..
We have not got rights...
What a f***ed pre-life!