歌词
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty
as the grass is green and
Whip-smart as the English Channel's wide
And I'm gonna tell my son
to keep his money in his mattress
And his watch on any hand
between his thighs
And I'm gonna lock my son up
in a tower 'til I write my whole life story
On the back of his big brown eyes
When they do the double dutch
that's them dancing
And I'm gonna tell my son
to join a circus so that death is cheap and
Games are just another way of life
And I'm gonna tell my son
to be a prophet of mistakes
because for every truth
there are half a million lies
And I'm gonna lock my son up in a tower
'Til he learns to let his hair down
far enough to climb outside
When they do the double dutch
that's them dancing
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