Love Isn't Everything

At one minute after two in the morning
 Six hours following my wife's confinement
 Early on the day of January twelfth
 In room 22 of the new city hospital
 A brand-new person suddenly was
 Who never used to be
 He weighed six pounds and fourteen ounces
 And we named him after me
 A son
 A son
 A son
 Love isn't everything
 It cannot buy the pills
 Or pay the doctor bills
 Love cannot heat the house
 Or warm the baby's formula
 When he starts crying
 Love isn't everything
 It won't provide a new supply
 Of fresh, dry diapers
 Love keeps you on the run
 But when it's said and done
 Love is what makes it sort of fun
 Sorta fun
 Sorta fun
 Sorta fun
 Bicycle, tricycle, roller skates, clothes
 That's how the money goes
 Cowboy, Indian, hobbyhorse, guns
 That's where the money runs
 At two minutes after four in the morning
 Five hours following my next confinement
 Early on the day of April seventeenth
 In room 22 of the new city hospital
 A brand-new person suddenly was
 Who never used to be
 She weighed five pounds and thirteen ounces
 And they say she looks like me
 A girl
 A girl
 A girl
 Love isn't everything
 It cannot hire a nurse
 Nor fill an empty purse
 Love cannot pay for milk
 Nor put the satin ruffles on her party dresses
 Love isn't everything
 It cannot sign the check for her piano lessons
 Love kicks you once or twice
 But when you pay the price
 Love is what makes it sorta nice
 Sorta nice, sorta nice, sorta nice
 Baby dolls, mama dolls, safety pins, clothes
 That's how the money goes
 Middy blouse, petticoat, bustaround, shoes
 Gives you the money blues
 Love keeps you on the go
 But when you're feeling low
 Love is what keeps you hummin'
 While all the bills keep comin'
 Love is what makes it sorta fun
 Sorta fun, sorta fun, sorta fun
 Love makes it sorta fun