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