Nothing But the Truth
Here comes papa, I think we are in a lot of trouble
Get ready to hide, we better run on the double
Playing in his car, an expensive classic 55 Chevy
Didn’t mean to hit, the clutch and put it in the levy
I love you spot, but I am scared to take the blame
Besides you left a big brown spot that will leave a stain
Do you think he will believe me when I tell him a fib?
We could blame it on baby brother, lying in the crib
Mommy says, to tell the truth and all will be well
A spanking from daddy or go straight to hell
Oh spot, help me we have to quickly make a decision
Wouldn’t have gotten in trouble with better supervision
That’s it Spot, let’s blame it on mommy’s failure to be
In charge of watching us and leaving in the car a key
Hello daddy, I have something important to tell you
A bad man came today and took the car for a drive-thru
Spot and I tried to stop him but he was very big in size
He had checkered hair and big ugly black snake eyes
We were scared so spot and I hid quietly near the well
Watching and waiting for you to come home so we could tell
( Your a Little Kid Again) Little boy-age 4 Gere Barbera
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