Lyric Whip-Smart

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
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
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
Till 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...