Letra de 2 Weeks in Dizkneelande

You're not my father You're not my friend You're just a stranger fillin' in Convince my family Good kid I am You'll take me down to dizkneelande Help me Why aren't we flyin'? You'd rather drive Hotels are fun along the way You scrub me wet You dry me clean We're off to spend the day with Mickey Help me Come back for dinner Ice cream dessert Sit on your lap and watch the tube Nighttimes for grownups Bathe me to bed You scrub me, rub me, rub me Tuck me in and we pretend Help me