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. [x4]

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. [x4]