Hide away folk family
Or else someone’s gonna get ya
Hide away folk family
Better hide away
Tippy-toe to the front door, Mother,
Because there’s a guy with a long, long fuse
And the one thing you can’t hide is all the fear you feel inside
And the fuse is spelling out these words
Tippy-toe to the flat-bed, Father,
Because they’re pouring out our gasoline
And sadly the cross-eyed bear’s been put to sleep behind the stairs
And his shoes are laced with irony