Baby, da-da loves you And I'mma always be here for you no what happens You're all I got in world I would give you up for nothin Nobody in this is ever gonna keep you from me I you
C'mon Hai-Hai, we to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let da-da you in the car seat Oh mama? She's taking a little nap in the trunk Oh that smell? Da-da musta runned a skunk Now I know what you're thinking - kind of late to go swimming But you know mama, she's one of those type of women That do crazy things, and if she don't get her way, throw a fit Don't play da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it (no!) And look so upset, why you acting bashful? Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand (yeah!) And said she wants to show how far she can float And don't worry about that little on her throat It's just a little scratch - it don't hurt, her was while you were sweeping and spilled ketchup on her shirt Mama's messy isn't she? let her wash off in the water And me and you can pway by ourselves, we?
Just the two of us, and when we ride! you and I!
See there's a place called "heaven" and a place called "hell" A called "prison" and a place called "jail" And da-da's on his way to all of em except one mama's got a new husband and a stepson And you don't a brother do ya? (Nahhh) when you're old enough to understand a little better I'll it to ya But for now, we'll say mama was real, real bad She was being to dad and made him real, real mad But I still sad that I put her on time-out Sit back in your honey, quit trying to climb out! I told you it's okay HaiHai, ba-ba? Take a Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga? Her make ca-ca? Da-da change your didee Clean the up so her can take a nighty-nighty Your dad'll her up as soon as we get to the water '97 Bonnie and Clyde: me and my
Just the two of us, and when we ride! you and I!
Wake up, sweepyhead we're here, we pway gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby, cry honey, don't get the wrong idea too sweepy to hear you screaming in her ear (ma-maa!) That's why you can't get her to wake, but worry Da-da made a bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope this rock? (yeah!) We'll tie it to her footsie we'll roll her off the dock Ready now, we go, on the count of free One, two, free, whee! (woosh!) There goes mama, splashing in the No more with dad, no more restraining order No step-da-da, no more new brother Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell you wuv her (mommy!) Now we'll go in the sand, build a castle and junk But first, just dad with two more things out the trunk
Just the two of us, and when we ride! you and I!