I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is 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 between his thighs And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till I write my whole life story on the back of his big eyes
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing they do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them
I'm gonna tell my son to join a so that death is cheap And are just another way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of Because for every truth there are a million lies And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to outside
When they do the double dutch, that's them When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's 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, them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing they 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 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 do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing
they do the double dutch, that's them dancing