I wonder whose baby this is,
Acts like a hog,
Stubborn as a mule,
Makes everyone... look like a (gosh darn) fool.
I wonder whose baby this is,
Lazy as a log,
Such a dirty face,
Making a shame out of our place.
Yeah, I wonder whose baby this is,
Seems no one wants to take this quiz,
They tell me, "Hey! Mind your own biz."
The problem is... it is.
Postmortem:
Yes. Our baby it is.
Like mother, like daughter,
Like father, like son,
Indeed, it is our generation's generation.
It is our generation's creation.