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 time   Now, now, now   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 preferred   Let`s go downtown for a wine   I`m sure you`ll be forced to smile   When you see andy`s babies   And the bohemian lifestyle   Now, now now   Andy`s a saint   But i`m loosing my patience   I really don`t mean maybe   Don`t even wanna talk about andy`s babies   So andy 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 eyes   And donald`s gone to mass   Yes we are thankful for that   It`s eight in the morning   And still you can`t get no sleep   On account of this perfect day and   All this white light white heat   Ah, isn`t that sweet