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