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 my son to keep 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 on the back of his big brown eyes
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I'm gonna my son to join a circus so that death is cheap And games are just another way of And I'm gonna tell my son to be a of mistakes Because for every truth are half a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he learns to let his down far enough to climb outside
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When do the double dutch, that's them dancing