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 mother's face
It's fun to mow your daddy's 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...
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, what you gonna do 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 beware ... of broken glass
Of broken glass glass
Harmonica solo!
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 a 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...
(Your sister told me to! (I might've asked her if I could) I know that you've sung this song to her or something...so yeah.)
(Also, welcome to Wattpad!)
