We're not going to be here for long
In fact, we're only here for just one song
But fifty pairs of little kiddies' feet
Puts lots of cash into the show's receipts

From miles away you'll hear our mothers' sigh
Don't need to be Einstein to ponder why

Chorus
We're progency - not prodigy - and all can see - that really we are
just the
Little tiny tots, and in fact not, part of the plot, which actually is
shot to ribbons
We're progency - not prodigy - and even Uncle Albert can see that we
Are just a cynical marketing stategy

In just two measly minutes we'll be gone
But we'll have brought our family & friends along
Including gran and gramps and all our list
We've even brought our neighbours and our dear dentist

From miles away you'll hear our fathers' groan
Because they've lost a quiet night at home

Refrain:
We may be annoying and out of key
We give the stage manager apoplexy
Put heaps of sugar on our vita-wheats
And we'll put heaps of grown-up bums on seats
We can always help the biggest flop
Because we bring our friends and our grandpop
We each carry with us a network of ten
Times that by the admission price and then...

Comes the time for us to leave you see
Half of us cannot control our pee
We'll spare you the patronising choreography
And end our number slightly out of key

Chorus
We're progency - not prodigy - and all can see - that really we are
just the
Little tiny tots, and in fact not, part of the plot, which actually is
shot to ribbons
We're progency - not prodigy - and even Uncle Albert can see that we
Are just a cynical marketing stategy