Lyrics:

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