I'm gonna tell my son to grow up as the grass is green And whip-smart as the Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his And his watch on any hand between his And I'm lock my son up in a tower I write my whole life story on the back of his big brown eyes
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I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is And games are just way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of Because for every truth there are half a million And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to outside
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When do the double dutch, that's them dancing