I'm gonna tell my son to up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English Channel's And I'm gonna tell my son to his money in his mattress And his watch on any hand between his And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till I write my whole life story on the back of his big eyes
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I'm gonna my son to join a circus so that death is cheap And games are another way of life And I'm gonna my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every truth are half a million lies And I'm lock 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 dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them 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, 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 do the double dutch, that's them dancing