Give me some more chemicals Some blood, but please don't squirm Give me a dime and a lot of time And just a smidgeon of sperm Give me all your cash and then Just perhaps and maybe I'll mix up in a couple of weeks Your very own Test-tube baby!
(refrain) Test-tube baby She's growing up in all the right places Test-tube babies Wearing my concoctions [leers suggestively] all over their faces.
Hormone Hell's rocking piece of opening music Test Tube Baby also provides the attentive viewer with some valuable clues, helping to reveal details of the sordid backstory behind Arthur Lymphatic's age-defeating make-up.
