The Kids - Brian Dewan

They’re sneaking around, sneaking around, walking in on you

Walking in on you, it’s true

Here they come, here they come, unannounced and unexpected

Walking in on you, they’re coming through

Early in the morning, they’re multiplying twofold

Growing in their numbers and their size

Picking the flowers, oh, walking through your home

Looking out for candy and for pie

Doesn’t matter what they say, they’ll say it anyway

Dragging along a shovel and a pail

Licking ice cream cones, eating candy bars

Riding on their bikes o’er hill and dale

They think that work is play, playing all the day

Innocent of worry and of care

Wasn’t it yesterday that they weren’t in the way?

Pestering their elders on a dare

The kids, the kids, they think they own the place

Barging in to make themselves at home

In their bathing suits, with their great big towels

Creeping forward to usurp your throne