He said, Hi my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old
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I can count to this many, then I'll have to use my toes
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I sure am glad to meet ya
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Let me show you stuff that only big boys know
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Now, nickels might be bigger but dimes are worth the most
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Santa's always in the mall, 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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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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CHORUS
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Notebook paper makes a dandy stealth fighter
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And for fast get aways, we'll take my radio flyer
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And there's Indians in the woods, just off the porch out back
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And if they attack, I'll help ya fight 'em
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With sticks for guns, me and you, 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 her belly got so big
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And I didn't believe her till she let me feel you kick
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And I don't know how it happened
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I'm just glad I have someone to play with
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REPEAT CHORUS
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We'll play cops and robbers and secret agent man
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And save the world from hostile aliens
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With sticks for guns, me and you, 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' five years old
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What Brothers Do
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Confederate Railroad |