I'm tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English wide And I'm tell 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
When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
I'm tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap And games are just way of life And I'm tell my son to be a prophet 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
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing
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When they do the double dutch, that's dancing 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 dancing
When they do the double dutch, them dancing they do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing