Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Tattle on Me, artist - The Living Tombstone.
Date of issue: 08.03.2017
Song language: English
Don't Tattle on Me |
No more Mama |
No more Mama |
I can’t sleep, leap out of bed |
Creep down the hall, sneak down the steps |
Into the creepy, creaky basement and discreetly peek at my gifts |
Open up, what could it be? |
That motor-mouth, those rosy cheeks! |
A baby talking Tattletail, who babbles without fail |
Don’t tattle on me, don’t tattle on me |
'Cause Mama’s sleeping and Mama’s scary |
No, don’t you speak, or I might scream |
'Cause if she finds you, who knows what she’ll do |
Hide and seek under the tree |
Red glowing eyes are all I see |
Maternal stalker by the stockings |
Matricidal children plotting |
Charge you, brush you, feed you treats |
Hey, who’s the toy here, you or me? |
Infernal presence in the presents |
Unsettled machine |
Don’t tattle on me, don’t tattle on me |
'Cause Mama’s listening and Mama’s scary |
No, don’t you speak or I might scream |
'Cause if she finds you, who knows what she’ll do |
Wound up like a VHS |
Shook up and I’m in distress |
Locked up in a cardboard box |
Broke up like a shattered pot |
Wake up from a bad, bad dream |
Strung up like a Christmas tree |
Messed up, so she got recalled |
Shut up |
And don’t tattle on me, don’t tattle on me |
'Cause Mama’s watching and Mama’s scary |
Don’t make a peep or I might scream |
'Cause if she finds you, you know what she’ll do |
So, don’t tattle on me! |
Ha-ha |