Sindy's spending too much money on clothes Ken is going back to gay bob The teddy bears swear the neighbourhood's gone Since the moving in of golliwog Rag doll gets beaten up by the action man The one with the real life hair He walks and he talks in a commanding voice But sexually he's not all there
Oh dear what can the matter be, my children sweet children What gives down in the nursery, my children sweet children Oh dear what if the cradle falls, my children sweet children Toys are only human after all, who killed 'em we killed 'em
If toys are quarreling amongst themselves What hope is there now for the world?
The smell of smoke hanging thick over funland As the older toys are pushed down a ramp The microchip master race are melting them down In a dolly concentration camp The world's gone mad but in miniature The kids can only do what they feel See them copy what their parents have done 'til they're old enough to do it for real
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