I'm gonna my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green 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 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 do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing
I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that is cheap And are just another way of life And I'm gonna my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every truth there are half a million And I'm gonna my son up in a tower he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
When do the double dutch, that's them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them 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 When they do the double dutch, that's 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, 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 dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing