I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the 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 gonna my son up in a tower Till I write my life story on the back of his big brown eyes
they do the double dutch, that's them dancing When 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
I'm tell 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 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 double dutch, that's them 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
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing
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When they do the double dutch, that's dancing