It might be great to have a kid that I could kick around
a little me to fill up with thoughts
A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams
a way of saying life is not a loss
I`d keep the tyke away from school
and tutor him myself
keep him from the poison of the crowd
But then again pristine isolation
might 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 bar
with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets with cloven hooves
I`d teach them how to plant a bomb, start a fire, play guitar
and if they catch a hunter, shoot him in the nuts
I`d try to be as progressive as I could possibly be
as 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 Tom
that`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 around
create in my own image like a god
I`d raise my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
and keep me company when I`m a wizened toothless clod
Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone
drooling on his shirt
some senile old fart playing in the dirt
It might be fun to have a kid I could pass something on to
something 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
