Pitta Patta

Walking between all the raindrops
In sandals, no socks
Plippy plop, plop in my flip-flops
Pitta patta drop
All this chatter
All this noise
All these girls and these boys
All these toys when
Will it slow down?
I need to escape (this town)

Find some nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
It's coming down on me
Find some nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
And it's falling down on me

Going upstate
Real soon with
Quiet afternoons and
Foggy mornings
Nice and boring
The signs are warning
Saying

Ya gotta unplug
Gotta recharge
Get me in a cabin or a wooden lodge
Where's this food from?
What's the chicken's name?
TMI, let's just go outside and play

Find some nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
And it's coming down on me
Find some nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
And it's falling down on me

I got nothing to do
Got nowhere to go
Where's my phone? I don't even know
And I haven't seen it at all
Look, can you believe?
Have you ever seen this kinda leaf before?
Come on, let's go, it's green

I think it's time to run away
Come on let's go outside
Let's play
I think it's time to run away (run away)
Come on let's go outside
Let's play (let's play)

Let's find nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
Where it's falling down on me
Let's find nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
Where it's coming down on me

I got nothing to do
Got nothing to prove
And it's coming down on me
Let's find nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
It's coming down on me

Find nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
Where it's falling down on me
Let's find nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
Where it's coming down on me

I got nothing to do
Got nothing to prove
And it's coming down on me
Let's find nothing to do
Put some mud on boots
And it's coming down on me



Credits
Writer(s): Ginger Winn, Matthew Baione
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