I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the is green And whip-smart as the English Channel's And I'm tell my son to keep his money in his mattress And his on any hand between his thighs And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till I write my whole life story on the of his big brown eyes
When they do the double dutch, that's 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 dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that death is 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 gonna my son up in a tower Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing they 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 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 dutch, that's them dancing 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 dancing
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 dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
When do the double dutch, that's them dancing