You got a cigar, here's a couple more because the offspring
Are springing through swinging doors into a world
of "Ain't he cute, he looks a lot like his father" and
Here comes another Of that proof that I'm not just a vegetable, the little
Proof that I'm more than a mineral, the little
Proof that I'm 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 I'm 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 what's it gonna be Sod or celebrity
(Boy or girl) (Boy or girl) Oh well its off to work And so long baby, kiss ‘em 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 I'm always around There's more in the wings shall we bring them on or Shall we just sit and talk 'til the early morning and Recite sweet nothings (sweet, sweet nothings) In everybody's ear