I'm tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the Channel's wide And I'm gonna my son to keep his money in his mattress And his on any hand between his thighs And I'm gonna my son up in a tower Till I write my life story 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 do the double dutch, that's them dancing they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so death is cheap And games are just another way of And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of Because for truth there are half a million lies And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till he to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them
they do the double dutch, that's them dancing When 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
When 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 them When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's 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, that's them
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing