[Intro] Put it on for the little one. Stayed for the second. Now somebody’s chopping onions In a seven-minute lesson. [Verse 1] Janet and Rita, the queens of the leisure, Blankets and handbags, orthopedic divas. Bingo’s got moves, Bluey’s demanding procedure, Nana gets called as an expert in sneakers. Granny Mobile, Muffin’s a seasoned dealer, Tiny wheeled tyrant with grandmother features. Price going upward with each misdemeanor, A yard-sale shark in a cardigan fever. Dance Mode, Dad owes a debt for a French fry, Public embarrassment, payable on sight. Bingo gets buried beneath everybody’s insight, Learning that her little voice has its own mic. Rain hits the walkway, Bluey starts engineering, Chilli guards the doorway, muddy feet appearing. Both trying to stop a flow that isn’t disappearing, Then Mum steps in the weather, lets the housework lose a hearing. [Chorus] Make a little room in the middle of the living room, Let the little things turn bigger than the things we do. Bluey on the screen, now I’m seeing from a different view, Thought I had to teach you, look at what I’m learning too. Bills upon the table, pillow kingdoms on the rug, I was busy making plans, you were busy growing up. Come and get your grown-up, there’s a game to interrupt, Leave the dishes for a minute, this is the important stuff. [Verse 2] Baby Race, measuring days against somebody’s pace, Chilli keeps a scoreboard in a sleep-deprived space. Bluey’s moving backward with a grin upon her face, Every milestone looking like a mark against Mum’s name. Then another mother comes and takes away the measuring tape, Doesn’t fix the child, gives the parent breathing space. Little feet find purpose in a familiar face, Love across the kitchen, no competitor to chase. Rusty at the wicket, every afternoon committed, Dads devise deliveries, he’s already lived it. Fear came bowling quickly, so he learned to stand within it, Practice put the courage where the shaking hands could grip it. Could’ve sent it past the fence, let the whole street witness, Gives his little sister something sweeter than statistics. Dusty makes the catch, he makes room for her inside it, What’s the point of being great if no one grows beside it? [Chorus] Make a little room in the middle of the living room, Let the little things turn bigger than the things we do. Bluey on the screen, now I’m seeing from a different view, Thought I had to teach you, look at what I’m learning too. Bills upon the table, pillow kingdoms on the rug, I was busy making plans, you were busy growing up. Come and get your grown-up, there’s a game to interrupt, Leave the dishes for a minute, this is the important stuff. [Verse 3] Camping, Jean-Luc, two tongues, one invention, Sticks become equipment with no translation session. Bandit plays the quarry in a woodland expedition, Friendship finds a language that the textbooks never mention. Morning brings an empty patch, an unexpected ending, Some goodbyes don’t give a little heart a comprehension. Years collect around a tree, the branches keep extending, Then a voice comes through the leaves, gives the past a present tense and Sleepytime, Bingo breaks the shell into the satellite Silence, little rabbit at her side across the velvet night. Bandit takes a heel, the solar system has a restless side, Parenthood, celestial love with bruises by the bedside. Chilli is the warmth that reaches out across the endless miles, Little body, giant journey, learning how to say goodbye. I tuck a blanket round my kid and suddenly I realize: Holding on can mean becoming warmth they carry out of sight. [Bridge] Flat Pack, scrap stack, cardboard generations, Two kids build a lifetime out of leftover packaging. Mum and Dad assembling seats, the girls assembling ages, Bingo grows, and Bluey watches love move into changes. Then The Sign, packed lives, futures in negotiations, Rooms reduced to numbers in somebody’s calculations. Bandit pulls that post, lets the lawn reclaim the vacancy, Sometimes moving forward means you find the nerve to stay. [Final Chorus] Make a little room in the middle of the living room, Let the little things turn bigger than the things we do. Bluey on the screen, now I’m seeing from a different view, Thought I had to teach you, look at what I’m learning too. Bills upon the table, pillow kingdoms on the rug, There’ll be time to clean the house when no one’s building in the dust. Come and get your grown-up, I’m available for stuff, You can tell me all the rules, I’ll be terrible enough. [Outro] One more game. Then bedtime. You can be the grown-up. I could use the practice.
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