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Apr 2014
So I've got this weird thing for olda daddies
I like that they're bald and ride around with the caddies
At the golf course on Sundays
Probably with they're olda babies
(which really means wife)
But that doesn't phase me!
Sometimes an olda daddy isn't even really an olda daddy
Sometimes it's my good friend Max,
but that doesn't make him too happy
Sometimes it's my friend Even,
But Ev the man doesn't mind!
He's got cool olda daddy hair and a fresh olda daddy mind!
He embraces his oldest olda daddy self!
He knows whats up!
He feels rich in his olda daddy wealth!
Because, not all of my friends are olda daddies
And Even is aware of this, his girlfriend is Cassie
And that's my friend too, don't get me wrong
But Cassie's a younga babby, this is a whole different song
We sing together, we drop all the baby beats
We'll drop them on you any time that we please
You never know what to expect from us younga babies
We show up out of nowhere and drive you mad crazy
That's what's so special about us babies in the world
Doesn't matter who you are, boy or girl
Everyone on earth gets pretty weird sometimes,
But us babies take the cup! That should ease your mind anytime!
Olda this, olda that, younga who, younga why
Come on gang, let yourself go!
I want to see you all give your inner baby it's best try!
River Moon Willow
Written by
River Moon Willow  Omaha, Ne
(Omaha, Ne)   
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   Jamie King
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