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