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Who Don't Like Kids Lyrics
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
You got a cigar, heres a couple more
because the offspring are springing through swinging doors
into a world of "Aint he cute, he looks a lot like his father" and Here comes another
Of that proof that Im not just a vegetable,
the little Proof that Im more than a mineral,
the little Proof that Im 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 Im 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 whats 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 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 Im 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 kids
There'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 ear
Who don't like kids
Who don't like kids
Who don't like kids
Who don't like kids
Crawl, walk, running around
Living proof that Im 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
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
You got a cigar, heres a couple more
because the offspring are springing through swinging doors
into a world of "Aint he cute, he looks a lot like his father" and Here comes another
Of that proof that Im not just a vegetable,
the little Proof that Im more than a mineral,
the little Proof that Im just like the next guy,
whoever he may be
Crawl, walk, running around
Living proof that I'm really sound
They'll ensure Im always around
to body rumblings And tumblings and rote romance
and all the while I'm thinking,
deeply thinking, hey whats it gonna be Sod or celebrity
(Boy or girl)
Oh well its off to work
And so long baby, kiss him goodbye for me
Crawl, walk, running around
Living proof that I'm really sound
They'll ensure Im 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 kids
Shall we just sit and talk 'til the early morn and
Recite sweet nothings (sweet, nothings)
In everybodys ear
Who don't like kids
Who don't like kids
Who don't like kids
Crawl, walk, running around
Living proof that Im 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
Living proof that I'm really sound
They'll ensure I'm always around
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It's basically about someone who feels that by having kids, their reason for exisiting will be vindictaed and their life will have meaning. Their life will techinically also be extended because they will live on through their children even after death.
The title is quite interesting. It could be interpreted as a question "Who don't like kids?" as in "Everyone likes kids don't they, crawling around and looking so cute!" etc. Or it could be a song about people who don't like kids, they just have kids because they want to fit into society and try and give their life meaning. I think it probably is the latter, a rather cynical attack on people who procreate for the wrong reasons.
I always heard it as "Who don't like kids who don't like kids", as in who wouldn't like a kid that dislikes other kids? (an adult who hates kids would obviously be the speaker, declaring his/her affection for kids that share their disdain for kids). Made the meaning funnier to me since it's sort of paradoxical, but I'm not sure it's how it's supposed to be interpreted.
The words seem like mouth exercises