(Difford/Tilbrook)
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I lost the children
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But they can be found
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Home in a red house just across town
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Sitting in boxes
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Of opened up toys
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Watching The Simpsons
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And making some noise
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I lost the children
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But they're in great hands
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When I cook the dinners
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Right out of tin cans
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I lost the children
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And I have to pay
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Some heavy duty on life everyday
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Cupboards need filling
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With deadlines to meet
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Here in my cheque book
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My fountain pen weeps
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I should be thankful
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And thankful am I
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I went to the cleaners
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And came back with my life
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For a moment it all looked so grim
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It looked like I would not get a thing
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For a moment it all looked so sad
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But now it’s so good to be a dad
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I lost the children
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They haven't lost me
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We're still together and happy to be
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Out in the summer
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On beaches in parks
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Home in the winter and up with the larks
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I should be thankful
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And thankful am I
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I went to the cleaners
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And came back with my life
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From pushchairs to games of football
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My back was against every wall
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For a moment it all looked so sad
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But now it's so good to be a dad
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For a moment it all looked so grim
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It looked like I would not get a thing
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For a moment it all looked so sad
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But now it’s so good to be a dad
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I lost the children
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They haven't lost me
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To Be a Dad
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| Squeeze |
