You've done too much Much too young Now you're married with a kid When you could be having fun with me (Oh no, no gimme no more pickni)
You've done too much Much too young Now you're married with a son When you could be having fun with me (We don't want, we don't want, we don't want no more pickni)
Ain't he cute? No, he ain't Just another burden On the welfare state
You've done too much Much too young Now you're married with a kid When you should be having fun with me (No gimme, no gimme, no gimme no more pickni)
Call me immature Call me a poser I'll spread manure in your bed of roses Don't want to be rich Don't want to be famous But I'd really hate to have the same name as you
You've done too much Much too young Now you're married with a kid When you could be having fun with me (Gi we de birth control, no more pickni)
You've done too much Much too young Now you're chained to the kitchen Making currant buns for tea (No gimme, no gimme, no gimme no more pickni)
Ain't you heard of the starving millions Ain't you heard of contraception Do you need a program of sterilization Take control of the population boom
It's in your living room Keep a generation gap Try wearing a cap