They're gonna stop.
They’re gonna stop short.
They’re gonna stop short and let me slide through there.
Oh no they’re not
Oh no they’re really not.
They’re gonna march through, and push me off the footpath.
They’re gonna stop.
They’re gonna stop them.
They’re gonna stop them from throwing things 'round me.
Oh no, they’re not.
Oh no, they’re really not.
They’re going chat and laugh, and let the world babysit.
Sincere congratulations on your new addition.
Will it help you celebrate if I stand here in mud?
You're so welcome.
We’re on the outside, now.
without the inside vows
We’re off the invite list, evangelists.
It’s as if, no-one else exists.
You’ve gotta come.
You’ve gotta come by.
You’ve gotta come by and see the little bundle
Oh no I don’t.
Oh no I really don’t
I’d rather hit the town and have a nice anything.
You’ve gotta hold.
You’ve gotta hold one.
You’ve gotta hold one and then you’ll change your mind.
Oh no I don’t.
Oh no I really don’t.
Please accept my decision as final.
Sincere congratulations on your new addition.
Will it help you celebrate if I stand here in mud?
You're so welcome.
We’re on the outside, now.
without the inside vows
We’re off the invite list, evangelists.
It’s as if, no-one else exists.
Lyrics by John Berry