I'm gonna tell my son to up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the Channel's 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 story on the back of his big brown
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so death is cheap And games are just 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 down far enough to climb outside
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 When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's 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, them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing they do the double dutch, that's them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, them dancing