Whip-Smart - Liz Phair

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

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

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

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