I'm gonna tell my son to grow up 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 gonna lock my son up in a I write my whole life story 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 tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every 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
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When they do the 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 double dutch, that's them
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When they do the dutch, that's them dancing