It might be great to have a kid that I could kick around
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a little me to fill up with my thought
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A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams
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a way of saying life is not a loss
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I'd keep the tyke away from school and tutor him myself
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keep him from the poison of crowd
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But then again pristine isolation might not be the best idea
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It's not good trying to immortalize yourself
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Beginning Of A Great Adventure
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Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV brood
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I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood
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Just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar
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with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hoovers
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I'd teach them how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar
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and if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
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I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be
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as long as I didn't have to try too much
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Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam Leslie, Jill and Jeff
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Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
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Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel Bunny, Reg and Tom
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that's a lot of named to try not to forget
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Carrie, Marlon, No and Steve La Rue and Jerry Lee
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Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob
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I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names
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I hope this baby thing don't go too far
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I hope it's true what my wife said to me
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I hope it's true what my wife said to me
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Hey I hope it's true what my wife said to me
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She says, baby, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
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Baby, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
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Take a look
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It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around
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create in my own image like a god
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I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
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and keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod
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Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone drooling on his shirt
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some senile old fart playing in the dirt
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It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on to
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something better than rage, pain, anger and hurt
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I hope it's true what my wife said to me
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I hope it's true what my wife said to me
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I hope it's true what my wife said to me
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She says Lou, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
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Lou, Lou, Lou, Beginning of a Great Adventure
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She says baby, how you call your lover boy
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Sylvia, quite you call your lover man
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