I'm gonna tell my son to up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his And his watch on any between his thighs And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till I write my whole story on the back of his big brown eyes
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to a circus so that death is cheap And games are just another way of And I'm gonna 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 far enough to climb outside
they 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 them 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 do the double dutch, that's them dancing 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 them When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing 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 they do the double dutch, that's dancing