In a river the color of lead
Immerse the baby's head,
Wrap her up in the news of the world,
Dump her on a doorstep, girl.
This night has opened my eyes
And I will never sleep again.

You kicked and cried like a bullied child,
grown man of 25,
He said he'd cure your ills
But he didn't and he never will.
So, so save your life,
'Cause you've only got one.
The dream has gone, but the baby is real.
Oh, you did a good thing.
She could have been a poet
Or she could have been a fool.
Oh, you did a bad thing.
And I'm not happy and I'm not sad.

shoeless child on a swing
Reminds you of your own again,
She took away your troubles,
Oh, but then again she left pain.
So, so save your life,
Because you've only got one.
The dream has gone, but the baby is real.
Oh, you did a good thing.
She could have been a poet
Or she could have been a fool.
Oh, you did a bad thing.
And I'm not happy and I'm not sad.