You've done too much, much too young,
you're married with a kid,
When you could be having fun with me.
Oh no, no gimme no more pick-ni.
You've done too much, much too young,
Now you're married with a son,
Whenyoushouldbehavingfun with me.
Wedon't want, we don't want, we don't
want no more pick-ni.
Ain't he cute? No he ain't,
He's just a-nother burden, On the wel-fare state.
You've done too much, much too young,
you're married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me.
no gimme no gimme no gimme no
more pick-ni.
Call me imma-ture, Call me a po-ser,
I'll spread man-ure, In your bed of ro-ses.
Don't wanna be rich, Don't wanna be famous;
But I'd really hate to have the same, name as you...
you silly moo
You've done too much, much too young, you're married with a kid,
When you could be having fun with me Gi we de birth con-trol;
we no want no pick-ni.
You've done too much, much too young,
Now you're chained to the cooker,
Making currant buns for tea.
Oh no, no gimme no more pick-ni.
Ain't you heard of the star-ving mil-lions?
Ain't you heard of con-tra-cep-tion?
Do you really want a program of steri-li-za-tion?
Take con-trol of the pop-u -la-tion... boom
It's in your living room.
Keep a generation gap; Try wearing a cap!