Lyric 2 Weeks in Dizkneelande

YOU RE NOT MY FATHER
YOU RE NOT MY FRIEND
YOU RE JUST A STRANGER FILLIN IN

CONVINCE MY FAMILY
GOOD KID I AM
YOU LL TAKE ME DOWN TO DIZKNEELANDE

HELP ME

WHY AREN T WE FLYIN
YOU D RATHER DRIVE
HOTELS ARE FUN ALONG THE WAY

YOU SCRUB ME WET
YOU DRY ME CLEAN
WE RE OFF TO SPEND THE DAY WITH MICKEY

HELP ME

COME BACK FOR DINNER
ICE CREAM DESSERT
SIT ON YOUR LAP AND WATCH THE TUBE

NIGHTTIMES FOR GROWNUPS
BATHE ME TO BED
YOU SCRUB ME, RUB ME, RUB ME
TUCK ME IN AND WE PRETEND

HELP ME