Broken 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 women, child, or man about
The dangers of broken glass
Of broken glass

I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle people's 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 plance to Frandce
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 be 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

Harmonica solo!

Mmm, children that glass sure
Does look delicious doesn't it
But you can't eat it

Cause broken glass it not a food
So don't you listen to some dude
Who says put cheese on broken glass
And make a sandwich

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
This song we sing

About broken glass