作词 : Mael
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.]