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Confederate Railroad - What Brothers Do lyrics
He said, Hi my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old I can count to this many, then I'll have to use my toes I sure am glad to meet ya Let me show you stuff that only big boys know Now, nickels might be bigger but dimes are worth the most Santa's always in the mall, but he lives at the North Pole Kid stick with me and you'll go far 'Cause I'll show you the ropes In all these years I've learned many things How to walk, how to talk, and make believe So follow me CHORUS Notebook paper makes a dandy stealth fighter And for fast get aways, we'll take my radio flyer And there's Indians in the woods, just off the porch out back And if they attack, I'll help ya fight 'em With sticks for guns, me and you, until we've won 'Cause that's what brothers do Mama said that you're the reason her belly got so big And I didn't believe her till she let me feel you kick And I don't know how it happened I'm just glad I have someone to play with REPEAT CHORUS We'll play cops and robbers and secret agent man And save the world from hostile aliens With sticks for guns, me and you, until we've won 'Cause that's what brothers do That's what brothers do He said, Hi my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old |
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