Cousin Kevin Model Child

Lyrics

I got up this morning and did fifty-five press-ups, dad I brushed my teeth since breakfast and I threw away my Playboy, that's bad! The Ferrari's in the garage and I gave it a wash just for you But please don't make me come to the theatre it's so uncool I'll babysit my cousin and I promise not to tease him, oh no I'll caress his little haircut and do everything to please him, oh I'll watch him like a hawker and in case a fit should seize him But please don't make me come to the theatre, it's so grim Kevin's a model child Always as good as gold Kevin is never wild Always does as he's told