At one minute after two in the morning,
Early on the day of January twelfth,
A brand new person suddenly was,
And we named him af ter me.
Love cannot eat the house
Or warm the baby's formula
It won't provide a new supply
love keeps you on the run
but when it's said and done
sort of fun, sort of fun,
sort of fun, sort of fun.
Bicycle, tricycle, roller skates, clothes,
that's how the money goes.
Cowboy, Indian, hobby horse, guns,
that's where the money runs
At two minutes after four in the morning
Five hours following my next confinement
Early on the day of April 17th
In room 22 of the New City Hospital
and they say she looks like me,
Love cannot pay for milk,
nor put the satin ruffles
Love kicks you once or twice,
But when you pay the price,
Love is what makes it sorta nice,
Sorta nice, sorta nice, sorta nice.
That's how the money goes.
Gives you the money blues
But when you're feeling low
Love is what keeps you humming
While all the bills keep coming
Love is what makes it sort of fun
Sort of fun, sort of fun, sort of fun
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