To Be a Dad Squeeze

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