The kids woke up and they hungered on down
And if you came over, you’d hafta just scream
They run through the hallways, rugrats by the team
Adoption has made this a nightmarish dream
That actress is surely insane

Did you see them?
Do you flee them?
Did you see the lucky bastards?
They will make a slave of you
Can you tell that the multi-racial
Mixed skin ruffians should give thanks
To the woman who’s harrowed?
Poor old Mia Farrow

Eighteen years till the time they are weaned
She saw that one brother had writ on the wall
One beat up his sister and ran down the hall
Another ran off with her boyfriend, what gall
Try taking that mob to the mall

Did you see them?
Do you flee them?
Did you see the pampered bastards?
They will make a slave of you
Can you tell that the multi-racial
Mixed skin ruffians should give thanks
To the woman who’s harrowed?
Poor old Mia Farrow

This woman hung with the Beatles and Frank
The queen of the “B” flicks, they wrote her a song
From that must be crazy, her brain must be gone
Just look at those kids on her giant front lawn
She married three times and they’re gone

Did you see them?
Do you flee them?
Did you see the richest bastards?
They will make a slave of you
Can you tell that the multi-racial
Mixed skin ruffians should give thanks
To the woman who’s harrowed?
Poor old Mia Farrow