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