It might be great to have a kid that I could kick arounda little me to fill up with thoughts
A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreamsa way of saying life is not a loss
I'd keep the tyke away from schooland tutor him myselfkeep him from the poison of the crowd
But then again pristine isolationmight not be the best idea
It's not good trying to immortalize yourself
Why stop at one, I might have ten, a regular TV brood
I'd breed a little liberal army in the woods
Just like these redneck lunatics
I see at the local barwith their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves
I'd teach them how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitarand if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly beas long as I didn't have to try too much
Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam
Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel
Bunny, Reg and Tomthat's a lot of names to try not to forget
Carrier, Marlon, Mo and Steve
La Rue and Jerry Lee
Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob
I'd need a damn computer to keep track of all these names
I hope this baby thing don't go too far
Hey I hope it's true what my wife said to me
She says, baby, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick aroundcreate in my own image like a god
I'd raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my graveand keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool sitting all alonedrooling on his shirtsome senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on tosomething better than rage, pain, anger and hurt
I hope it's true what my wife said to me
She says Lou, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure
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