My friend Charlotte's only two weeks old
and yet she knows her own mind
She's offended by injustice
By which I mean naptime
I'm not saying that I blame her
though frankly she could use the rest
I'm impressed by her conviction
Not to mention how loud she gets

Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Stamp your feet and shout
Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Cry till you're all dried out
Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Cause I'm gonna hold you till you're all done, baby, cryin'

Which brings me to my own inner child
who lives deep down in the gut
All the feelings that I'd rather not feel
All the churning, all the yearning, but
there's a price that you pay for the way that you keep yourself low
I think it's better in the end to be your own friend
And let your real self show so

Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Stamp your feet and shout
Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Cry till you're all dried out
Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Cause I'm gonna hold you till you're all done, baby, cryin'

Do you ever feel heavy? Do you ever have a day where nothing goes your way and nothing ever will it seems, not even in your dreams?
And yet you try to keep it in, you try to lift your chin, the optimism's not quite kickin’ in—
When people ask, you say you're fine, but you're lying, and you hear it in your voice, that little whine?
Oh, darling, you can call me, I don't mind; I know EVERYBODY crumbles sometime

Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Stamp your feet and shout
Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Cry till you're all dried out
Go ahead and cry, cranky baby
Cause I'm gonna hold you till you're all done, baby, cryin'

Go ahead and baby cry
I'mma gonna hold you till you're all done baby
Waah waah waah waah waah waah waah baby cry