Who Don't Like Kids

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.