(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

I lost the children  

But they can be found  

Home in a red house just across town  

Sitting in boxes  

Of opened up toys  

Watching The Simpsons  

And making some noise  

I lost the children  

But they're in great hands  

When I cook the dinners  

Right out of tin cans  

I lost the children  

And I have to pay  

Some heavy duty on life everyday  

Cupboards need filling  

With deadlines to meet  

Here in my cheque book  

My fountain pen weeps  

I should be thankful  

And thankful am I  

I went to the cleaners  

And came back with my life  



For a moment it all looked so grim  

It looked like I would not get a thing  

For a moment it all looked so sad  

But now it's so good to be a dad  



I lost the children   

They haven't lost me  

We're still together and happy to be  

Out in the summer  

On beaches in parks  

Home in the winter and up with the larks  

I should be thankful   

And thankful am I  

I went to the cleaners  

And came back with my life  



From pushchairs to games of football  

My back was against every wall  

For a moment it all looked so sad  

But now it's so good to be a dad  



For a moment it all looked so grim  

It looked like I would not get a thing  

For a moment it all looked so sad  

But now it's so good to be a dad  



I lost the children  

They haven't lost me