I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And move smart as the English channels work 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 till 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 the death is cheap And dreams 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 till He learns to bed his hair down far enough to cause 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 When they do the double dutch that's them dancing When they do the double dutch that's them dancing