Brian Dewan The Kids
The kids, the kids, the kids, the kids
They're sneaking around, sneaking around, walking in on you
Walking in on you, it's true
Here they come, here they come, unannounced and unexpected
Walking in on you, they're coming through
Early in the morning, they're multiplying twofold
Growing in their numbers and their size
Picking the flowers, oh, walking through your home
Looking out for candy and for pie
Doesn't matter what they say, they'll say it anyway
Dragging along a shovel and a pail
Licking ice cream cones, eating candy bars
Riding on their bikes o'er hill and dale
They think that work is play, playing all the day
Innocent of worry and of care
Wasn't it yesterday that they weren't in the way?
Pestering their elders on a dare
The kids, the kids, they think they own the place
Barging in to make themselves at home
In their bathing suits, with their great big towels
Creeping forward to usurp your throne
