Paul Hardiman - Andy's Babies lyrics

Does it hurt to be polite Or is it just cool to be unkind Must you always hurt the ones you love And then get paid back in kind Andy is fine but his taste is not mine Let me tell you I don't mean maybe I'm getting really tired of Andy's babies Some say that children should be seen and not heard That's what I'd prefer Let`s go down town for a while I'm sure you'll be forced to smile When you see Andy's babies And their bohemian lifestyle Andy is a saint But I'm losing my patience I really don't mean maybe Don`t even want to talk about Andy's babies So when he says his children will inherit the Earth Isn't that absurd In a word Trudy's in the bathroom She's trying to clean up her act And Donald`s gone to Ma** Yes we are thankful for that It`s eight in the morning And still you can`t get no sleep On account of "Perfect Day" And all this "White Light, White Heat" Isn't that sweet