Liz Callaway, Original Broadway Cast of Baby, Todd Graff - What Could Be Better lyrics

He'll maybe have my smile and your hair
Who can tell 'til the baby comes?

He'll maybe have my style and your flair
And play fabulous drums

Just think
Inside me our genes have found their niche
They link
And out'll come one tap dancing kid
With perfect pitch what could be better than
Your own little clone
Who'll reproduce all your talents
Plus a hint of my own

This kid’ll be a one man band if we let her

Her?

Your sense of key and my great vibrato
Your melody and my obligato
That's what we've got, oh
What could be better than that?

Right, Danny? Danny? DANNY!

I'm thinking
I'm picturing my lips and your eyes

For a boy that's a perfect pair

I'm picturing my hips and your thighs

That is very unfair

No, no, I know
No one can predict what bird we'll hatch

Oh woah woah woah

But we're such genetic gems
That God can mix and match

What could be better than if our little spawn
Got all his brains from his dad
And from his mom got his brawn?

Oh funny

Imagine what one tiny mix-up could net her

Net him! DANNY
Your button nose and my bushy eye-brow

You for the low brow, me for the high brow

Your brow and my brow
What could be better than that?

La la la la… (total of 32)

Uh, Liz how come?

I was careful
I swear it! I never forgot it!
I don't know how it happened!

Maybe it's just
That no barrier on earth can
Stand up against the vigorous lashing
Army of my sperm!

That must be it

Picture a flailing spermatozoan
Not even knowing where he is going
What's that ahead? A diaphragm! Screw it!
He knows he's dead my god
He slips through it!

Suddenly he's alone in the river
Now he must seize the chance to deliver
Rounding the bend, the egg starts to glimmer
Is this the end for our little swimmer?

Catching the tide
He sails towards the mystery
Set to collide and change all of history!

What could be better than a family extension?
A genetic duet a little two part invention
I say consider what we'll have in hand
When we get her

Get him!

Your sense of mission, my sense of duty
Your disposition my inner beauty

Your intuition, my sense of timing

Your composition, my crazy rhyming

Matching of taste that's really uncanny

My little waist

My little fanny

Lizzie and Danny
What could be better than that?