2 Weeks In Dizkneeland

You're not my father
You're not my friend
You're just a stranger fillin' in, yeah

Convince my family
Good kid I am
You'll take me down to Dizkneelande, yeah

Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me, help me

Why aren't we flyin'?
You'd rather drive
Hotels are fun along the way, yeah
You scrub me wet
You dry me clean
We're off to spend the day with Mickey, yeah

Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me,
help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me

Come back for dinner
Ice cream dessert
Sit on your lap and watch the tube, yeah
Nighttimes for grownups
Bathe me to bed
You scrub me, rub me, rub me
Tuck me in and we pretend

Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me,
help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me, help me Help me,
help me Help me, help me Help me,
help me Help me, help me Help me, help me



Credits
Writer(s): Nuno Bettencourt
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