(Ron Mael) Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Who don't like kids, who don't like kids You got a cigar, heres a couple more because the offspring are springing through swinging doors into a world of "Aint he cute, he looks a lot like his father" and Here comes another Of that proof that Im not just a vegetable, the little Proof that Im more than a mineral, the little Proof that Im just like the next guy, whoever he may be
Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Crawl, walk, running around Living proof that I'm really sound They'll ensure Im always around
And your bit and my bit'll do their dance to body rumblings And tumblings and rote romance and all the while I'm thinking, deeply thinking, hey whats it gonna be Sod or celebrity
(Boy or girl) (Boy or girl) Oh well its off to work And so long baby, kiss him goodbye for me
Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Crawl, walk, running around Living proof that I'm really sound They'll ensure Im always around Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Who don't like kids, who don't like kids Who don't like kids, who don't like kids
There's more in the wings shall we bring them on or Shall we just sit and talk 'til the early morn and Recite sweet nothings (sweet, nothings) In everybodys ear
Who don't like kids Who don't like kids Who don't like kids Who don't like kids Crawl, walk, running around Living proof that Im really sound They'll ensure I'm always around Who don't like kids Who don't like kids Who don't like kids Who don't like kids Living proof that I'm really sound They'll ensure I'm always around