I'm tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English wide And I'm gonna tell my son to his money 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 story on the back of his big brown eyes
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the 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 another way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a of mistakes Because for every truth there are 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, that's them When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them 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 them When they do the double dutch, 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, that's them When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, 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, that's them When they do the dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing