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He said hi my name is Timmy and I'm pushin 5 years old |
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I can count to this many |
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Then I'll have to use my toes |
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Sure am glad to meet ya |
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Let me show ya stuff |
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That only big boys know |
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Nickels might be bigger |
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But dimes are worth the most |
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Santa's always in the mall |
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But he lives at the North Pole |
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Kid stick with me and you'll go far |
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Cause I'll show you the ropes |
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Cause in all these years I've learned many things |
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How to walk, How to talk, and make believe |
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So follow me |
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Notebook paper makes a any stealth fighter F-4 |
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As you get of age you'll take my radio flyer |
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And there's indians in the woods |
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Just off the porch out back |
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And if they attack |
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I'll help you fight em |
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With sticks for guns |
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Me and you |
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Until we've won |
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Cause that's what brothers do |
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Mama said that you're the reason |
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He belly got so big |
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And I didn't believer her |
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Until she let me feel ya kick |
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And I don't know how it happened |
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I'm just glad |
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That I have someone to play with |
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Cause in all these years I've learned many things |
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How to walk, How to talk, and make believe |
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So follow me |
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Notebook paper makes a any stealth fighter F-4 |
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As you get of age you'll take my radio flyer |
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And there's indians in the woods |
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Just off the porch out back |
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And if they attack |
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I'll help you fight em |
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With sticks for guns |
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Me and you |
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Until we've won |
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Cause that's what brothers do |
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We'll play cops and robbers and secret agent men |
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And save the world from hostile aliens |
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With sticks for guns |
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Me and you |
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Until we've won |
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Cause that's what brothers do |
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That's what brothers do |
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He said hi my name is Timmy and i'm pushin 5 years old |