Hey Mum-Where's All My Baby Shots?

WHERE'S ALL MY BABY SHOTS? Hey Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? I can see the generations past, But somehow mine are not. The stories live in albums, Every page connects the dots, So hey Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? [Verse 1] You know there's something warming About flickin' through an album, Seein' photos of the past, Checkin' out the oldies When they were young and fast. "Hey look, that must be Grandpa, I remember that old ute. And there's that little van he made, Gee, I thought that was beaut." Time gone by, recorded for us all, The décor, the clothing, And oh dear, those hairstyles too. It puts a smile upon my face And makes them feel alive in memory. [Chorus] So Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? I can see the generations past, But somehow mine are not. The stories live in albums, Every page connects the dots, So hey Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? [Verse 2] I spent hours flickin' through those photos, Rememberin' way back when. Love seein' all the old places, The pets, the horses, even the chook pens. Then somethin' clicked within my brain, The years just seemed to stop. I looked up from those faded pages And asked the question I'd forgot. [Chorus] Come on Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? I can see the generations past, But somehow mine are not. The stories live in albums, Every page connects the dots, So hey Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? [Verse 3] "Oh yes, that's right," she says, "Things had begun to change. Back then we didn't need that camera, Technology took the reins. Guaranteed instant photos, So wonderful to view, Just at the push of a button— Oh, if we only knew. They became hidden in old computers, On phones we no longer own, Lost in changing technology, Scattered and unknown. I took a thousand pictures of you, My dear one, that's a fact. But my phones all died and carked it, And those memories never came back." [Bridge] A thousand little moments, A thousand days gone by, Never thinking one day We might not know where they lie. [Final Chorus] Hey Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? I can see the generations past, But somehow mine are not. The stories live in albums, Every page connects the dots, So hey Mum, what's the go? Where's all my baby shots? [Outro] So tonight I'll print some photos, Put them safely on a shelf, 'Cause one day one of my grandchildren Might come looking for themselves. They'll ask about the old days, The stories and the spots, And thank goodness I'll be able to say, "Here they are, your baby shots."