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 my son to keep his money in his mattress And his watch on any between his thighs And I'm lock my son up in a tower Till I write my life story on the back 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 double dutch, that's them they do the double dutch, that's them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so death is cheap And are just another way of life And I'm gonna tell my son to be a prophet of for every truth there are half a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he learns to let his down far enough to climb outside
When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them When do the double dutch, that's them dancing
they do the double 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
they do the double 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 dutch, that's them dancing
they do the double 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
When they do the dutch, that's them dancing