At one minute after two in the morning,
Six hours following my
wife's confinement,
Early on the day of January twelfth,
In room twenty -two of
the New City Hospital,
A brand new person suddenly was,
Who never used to be.
He weighed six pounds
and fourteen ounces,
And we named him af ter me.
A son, a son, a son
Love isn't everything
It cannot buy the bills
Or pay the doctor bills
Love cannot eat the house
Or warm the baby's formula
When he starts crying
Love isn't everything
It won't provide a new supply
fresh dry diapers
love keeps you on the run
but when it's said and done
love is what makes it
sort of fun, sort of fun,
sort of fun, sort of fun.
Bicycle, tricycle, roller skates, clothes,
that's how the money goes.
Cowboy, Indian, hobby horse, guns,
that's where the money runs
At two minutes after four in the morning
Five hours following my next confinement
Early on the day of April 17th
In room 22 of the New City Hospital
A brand -new person
suddenly was
Who never used to be
She weighed five pounds
and thirteen ounces,
and they say she looks like me,
a girl, a girl, a girl!
Love isn't everything.
It cannot hire a nurse,
nor fill an empty purse.
Love cannot pay for milk,
nor put the satin ruffles
on her party dresses.
Love isn't everything.
It cannot sign the check
for her pi ano lessons.
Love kicks you once or twice,
But when you pay the price,
Love is what makes it sorta nice,
Sorta nice, sorta nice, sorta nice.
Baby dolls, mama dolls,
safety pins, clothes,
That's how the money goes.
Middy blouse, petticoat,
Buster Brown shoes
Gives you the money blues
Love keeps you on the go
But when you're feeling low
Love is what keeps you humming
While all the bills keep coming
Love is what makes it sort of fun
Sort of fun, sort of fun, sort of fun
Love makes it
sort of fun