I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is And whip-smart as the Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to his money in his mattress And his watch on any 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 dutch, that's them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that is cheap And games are just way of life And I'm tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every truth are half a million lies And I'm gonna my son up in a tower Till he learns to let his hair far enough to climb outside
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When they do the double dutch, them dancing When 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 them
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing
When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When do the double dutch, that's 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