Broken Glass

It's fun to run, it's fun to play
It's fun to make things out of clay
It's fun to fill your car with gas
It's fun to break things made of glass

It's fun to spray yourself with mace
It's fun to squeeze your mothers face
It's fun to mow your daddies grass
It's fun to break things made of glass

But broken glass can cut your hand
And then you'll bleed across the land
Ask any woman, child or man
About the dangers of broken glass
Of broken glass

I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle peoples knees
Don't tell me no just tell me yes
And then we'll break things made of glass

Sometimes I put on special pants
And then I board a plane to France
When I arrive I start to dance
And then I break things made of glass

Yeah I know that dance doesn't rhyme with glass
So whatcha gonna about it, huh?

But broken glass will tell you lies
Bleed your soul and blind your eyes
Like a demon with a side of fries
You better be aware of broken glass
Of broken glass

Harmonica solo!
Wahooa
Mmm, children that glass sure does look delicious, doesn't it?
But you can't eat it
'Cause broken glass is not a food
So don't you listen to some dude
Who says: "Put cheese on broken glass
And make a sand-a-wich
Out of broken glass"

Let's sing a song about broken glass
I'll help you write it after class
There is no song that can surpass the song we sing
About broken glass