Cousin Kevin Model Child

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 hawkeye 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