Lyrics Suppertime Rules - Descartes A Kant

Suppertime Rules

See himself
Touch himself
So many ways…
Like only he can
Marry the teacher
To pull up the grade
A lovely romance
Life is so fertile
When skirts
Jump up the hurdles
To ruin your plans
To ruin your plans
Ra ha ha Ra ha ha Ra ha ha
He can
Ra ha ha Ra ha ha Ra ha ha
He can
Ra ha ha Ra ha ha Ra ha ha
He can
Ra ha ha Ra ha ha Ra ha ha
He can
Grandma’s old cooking
will keep you from looking
for pots and for pans
BRING IT UP
IN 3−4
Here comes the landing
And feeding the Mrs.
And doing your dishes
A pleasurable task
FORM A LINE
In reverse
Where is the chorus?
So skip to my loop
Run if you can
Stings like a sauce
All in the bus
One by one
Don’t make a fuss
SING ALONG
Hanzel and Gretel
Will eat up your pretzels
If you leave a chance
Boiling kettles
will burn up your petals
By watering plants
See herself
Touch herself
In so many ways
Like only she can
Life is a dance
Life is a dance
Life is a dance
Life is a dance
Life is a dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Life is a daaaance…