Ever close your eyes?
Ever stop and listen?
Ever feel alive?
But there’s something missing:
The kids keep running ‘round
And screaming on and on.

The kids will fall down
Every where around you
And they will cry
They’ll never be good
They will cry out: “MOMMY!”
And screaming on and on

What a way, what a way to live life
I wonder, wonder how I make it through
What a child, what a child: He is a wild child

Only take the time
To help the children right then
Every day you’ll find
They’ll never thank you
They will cry out: “DADDY!”
And screaming on and on.

Every summer sun,
Every winter evening.
Every spring to come
Every autumn leaving.
They will keep crying, oh
And screaming on and on

What a way, what a way to live life
I wonder, wonder how I make it through
What a child, what a child: She is a wild child
What a way, what a way to live life
I wonder, wonder how I make it through
What a child, what a child: He is a wild child

What a way, what a way to live life
I wonder, wonder how I make it through
What a way, what a way to live life
Da da da
Dad a da da da da
What a way, what a way to live life
Da da da
Dad a da da da da
Da da da
Dad a da da da da
I wonder, wonder how I make it through
What a child, what a child: He is a wild child
What a child, what a child: She is a wild child