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 be-
tween 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

when they do the double dutch
that's them dancing

when they do the double dutch
that's them dancing

when they do the double dutch
that's them dancing

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

when they do the double dutch
that's them dancing

when they do the double dutch
that's them dancing

when they do the double dutch
that's them dancing...