Lyrics The Parent Trap - Tommy Sands, Annette Funicello

The Parent Trap

If their love’s on skids, treat your folks like kids
Or your family tree’s gonna snap
{MARSHA]
So to make 'em dig, first, you gotta rig
Uh, what do ya gotta rig?
The parent trap!
If they lose that zing and they just won’t swing
Then the problem falls in your lap
When your folks are square, then you must prepare
What do ya gotta prepare?
The parent trap!
To set the bait, recreate the date
The first time cupid shot 'em
Get 'em under the moon, play their favorite tune
John!
Marsha!
Ya got 'em!
Lead 'em back to love with the velvet glove
'Cause they’re much too old for the strap
Straighten up their mess with togetherness
Togetherness!
The parent trap!
John, they’re playing our song!
Oh, Marsha, what fools we’ve been!
Straighten up their mess with togetherness
Togetherness!
Straighten up their mess with togetherness
Togetherness!
The parent trap!