Finn: Baby,
Jake: Ooo!
Finn: I know what you need,
Jake: What's that?
Finn: You want your little baby socks...
for your little baby feet.
Jake: Woooo.
Finn: Baby,
Jake: Yeah?
Finn: I know what you crave,
Jake: Oh yeah? What's that?
Finn: You want to poop your pants all day long,
well baby behave!

Jake: Hey, how could you sing like that, dude?
Finn: Remember when I swallowed that little computer?
Jake: Oh, yeah...

Finn: Baby... you lookin' so good,
You lookin' like you might-
want some baby food.
Jake: Keep it goin', man!
Finn: Baby, you lookin' so fine.
You lookin' like you might-
just start cryin'.

Finn: I gotta tuck you in, girl.
I gotta sing you sweet melodies about babies, yeah!
Jake: Little baby feet!