I'm gonna tell my son to up pretty as the grass is green And as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his in his mattress And his on any hand between his thighs And I'm gonna my son up in a tower Till I my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them When do the double dutch, that's them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is And games are another way of life And I'm tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes for every truth there are half a million lies And I'm gonna my son up in a tower Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to outside
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing
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When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing