He lives on a playground Where he can drink grape juice all day if he wants It might be cute But not for a grown up He washes his hands in a water bubbler He made his camp under a slide He likes to hear the kids yell as they slide down It’s how he gets his sleep
He waves his arms and rants and cranks butts And tells all the kids to never change Just keep it kinda clean
If those baby teeth don’t grow You could always pout and scream anyway If that puss don’t squirt from your gums You could always out the teat you scathe
He wakes up in a sandbox Hits the hose and calls his folks He tries to keeping it clean
If those baby teeth don’t grow You could always pout and scream anyway If that puss don’t squirt from your gums You could always out that teat you scatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
