Who Don't Like Kids

Who don't like kids, who don't like kids

Who don't like kids, who don't like kids

Who don't like kids, who don't like kidsYou 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 beWho 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 aroundAnd 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 him goodbye for meWho 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

Who don't like kids, who don't like kids

Who don't like kids, who don't like kids

Who don't like kids, who don't like kidsThere's more in the wings shall we bring them on or

Shall we just sit and talk 'til the early morn and

Recite sweet nothings (sweet, nothings)

In everybodys earWho don't like kids

Who don't like kids

Who don't like kids

Who don't like kidsCrawl, walk, running around

Living proof that I'm really sound

They'll ensure I'm always aroundWho don't like kids

Who don't like kids

Who don't like kids

Who don't like kidsLiving proof that I'm really sound

They'll ensure I'm always around

Songwriters

MAEL, RONALD DPublished by

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