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.