Well there's nothing more to add, before I leavenThis thing of ours is dead, but don't we grievenIs it me, or are they younger every night?nJust because they can, doesn't make it alrightnnAnd I'm hanging by my teethnWaiting on quick reliefnWell the kids don't sleep for daysnI could die in a hundred odd waysnnI'm so sick of hearingnThat enough of this has diednBut don't tell menYou could do it if you triednWell it's a shame or a shamnHe's half as old as I amnDon't tell menHe could look good if he triednnWell he terrifies the life out of menIt's really such a lazy way to benHiding in the bedroom, climbing up the wallsnYou've gotta kick it out of me gently, 'til henBegs and pleads and crawlsnnI'm so sick of hearingnHow your love for this has diednBut don't tell menYou could do it if you triednWell it's a shame and a shamnHe's half as old as I amnDon't tell menHe could look good if he triednnI'm so sick of hearingnHow your love for this has diednBut don't tell menYou could do it if you triednWell it's a shame or a shamnHe's half as old as I amnDon't tell menHe could look good if he triednnWon't you make sure of my mother?nGuessed half my weight in goldnTell her I just didnWhat I was toldnGrab your expensive coatnAnd bury it insidenBut don't tell menYou could do itnIf you tried