| We’re marching shoulder to shoulder
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| To demand equal rights for kids
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| We’re not just «cute», we’re important
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| We’re throwing off our chains and our bibs
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| Children of the world, its time to unite;
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| It’s time to organize and stand up for what is right
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| We’ve got nothing to lose but our diapers and our pins
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| And if we all stick together, I know that we can win
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| We’re marching shoulder to shoulder
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| Being under three feet tall is now in style
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| We’re the front for kid’s liberation;
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| Spare the rod and spoil the child
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| Down with «Children will speak only when they’re spoken to»
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| We ain’t just kids, we’re human beings too you know
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| We wanna be heard and we know that we’ll be seen
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| We won’t trust anybody who is over thirteen
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| We’re marching shoulder to shoulder
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| Were gonna speak up when we have something to say
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| Suppose they gave a birthday party…
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| And nobody came?
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| Were marching shoulder to shoulder;
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| Down with playpens and nursery schools;
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| Climb out of your high chairs, this fight is for you;
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| We want bread and roses… and chocolate cake, too
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| We’re tired of being pampered, we’re tired of being coddled
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| We’re making molotov cocktails from our baby bottles
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| Were marching shoulder to shoulder
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| The times are gonna change one day
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| They can send us to their rooms and they can yell and they can spank us
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| They can make us go to bed, but one day they’re gonna thank us |