Cindy's spending too much money on clothesKen is going
back to Gay BobThe teddy bears swear the neighborhood's
goneSince the moving in of polliwogRag doll gets beaten
up by the action manThe one with the real life hairHe
walks and he talks in a commanding voiceBut sexually,
he's not all thereOh dear,
what can the matter be, my children,
sweet childrenWhat gives down in the nursery,
my children, sweet childrenOh dear,
what if the cradle falls, my children,
sweet childrenToys are only human after all,
who killed 'em, we killed 'emIf toys are quarreling
amongst themselvesWhat hope is there now for the world?The
smell of smoke hanging thick over FunlandAs the older
toys are pushed down a rampThe microchip master race
are melting them downIn a dolly concentration campThe
world's gone mad but in miniatureThe kids can only
do what they feelSee them copy what their parents have
done'Til they're old enough to do it for realOh dear,
what can the matter be, my children,
sweet childrenWhat gives down in the nursery,
my children, sweet childrenOh dear,
what if the cradle falls, my children,
sweet childrenToys are only human after all,
who killed 'em, we killed 'emIf toys are quarreling
amongst themselvesWhat hope is there now for the world?BurnOh
dear, what can the matter be,
my children, sweet childrenWhat gives down in the nursery,
my children, sweet childrenOh dear,
what if the cradle falls, my children,
sweet childrenToys are only human after all,
who killed 'em, we killed 'emOh dear,
what can the matter be, my children,
sweet childrenWhat gives down in the nursery,
my children, sweet childrenOh dear,
what if the cradle falls, my children,
sweet childrenToys are only human after all,
who killed 'em, we killed 'emOh dear,
what can the matter beWhat gives down in the nurseryOh
dear, what if the cradle fallsToys are only human after
allOh dear, what can the matter beWhat gives down in the nursery