I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is And whip-smart as the English wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his in his mattress And his watch on any hand his thighs And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till I write my whole life on the back of his big brown eyes
When they do the double dutch, that's them 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
I'm gonna tell my son to a circus so that death is cheap And games are just way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a of mistakes for every truth there are half a million lies And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till he learns to let his hair down far 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, 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, that's them When they do the double dutch, them dancing 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 double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, that's them
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 do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them