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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

Who don't like kids, [etc.]

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