Verse 1 They're creepy critters, 3 feet tall,
Who seem to get everywhere.
Shoes on the wrong feet, gloves on strings,
And Pritt-Stick in their hair.
The garbled tongue in which they speak
Is alien to me,
It's proof that they're all creatures from
Another galaxy! Oh.....
Chorus Infants are very extraordinary,
They're a breed apart.
Everyone be wary, 'cause infants are scary,
They've got spooking down to a fine art.
Verse 2 The lunchtime din they generate
Is like a volcanic eruption,
As they wield their knives and forks
Like weapons of mass-destruction.
And when they're done the call goes out
For dustpan, mop and brush,
Because their food's gone everywhere
Apart from in their mush! Oh....
Chorus Infants are very extraordinary......
Verse 3 Well words like 'sit' and 'still' aren't part
Of their vocabulary,
And periods of peace and quiet
Are only temporary.
And when they're asked to share a favourite toy
They weep and wail,
Their tantrums shattering the calm
Just like a force ten gale! Oh....
Chorus Infants are very extraordinary......