Finn: I know what you need,
Jake: What's that?
Finn: You want your little baby socks... for your little baby feet.
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!
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!