My Little Basquiat Lyrics

My little boy on the kitchen floor
(my little Basquiat)
Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs
(my little Basquiat)
Colours leaping all over the mat
(my little Basquiat)
The kitchen floor is where it's at
for my little Basquiat

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One day he'll be golden, maybe chosen
Perhaps to lead
One day he'll be shaken, maybe taken
Perhaps to bleed

My big girl swinging from the bars
(my little Comaneci)
Fist of stone flying about the yard
(my little Comaneci)
Halfway up is halfway down
(my little Comaneci)
Or maybe it's the other way around
for my little Comaneci

One day she'll be moonlight, maybe too bright
Perhaps to shine
One day she'll be found out, maybe ground out
Perhaps she'll cry

(guitar solo)

My little girl on her mother's lap
(my little Panchen Llama)
Sucking on her fingers surveying the road map
(my little Panchen Llama)
Seems to be the only one around
(my little Panchen Llama)
That sees the red lights at the end of town
my little Panchen Llama

One day they'll be older, maybe bolder
Perhaps than me
One day they'll be rising, maybe living
Perhaps in peace

One day they'll be older, maybe bolder
Perhaps than me
One day they'll be rising, maybe living
Perhaps in peace

Perhaps in peace
Perhaps in peace
Perhaps in
peace