I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is And as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money in his And his watch on any hand 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, them 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 them
I'm gonna my son to join a circus so that death is cheap And are just another way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of Because for every truth there are a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
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When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When do the double dutch, that's them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's them