- Songwriters: Smith Ralph Anthony , Wallin Chris Allen
He said, ‽Hi, my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old
I can count to this many, then I'll have to use my toes
I sure am glad to meet ya
Let me show you stuff that only big boys knowâ€
Now nickels might be bigger but dimes are worth the most
Santa's always in the mall but he lives at the North Pole
Kid, stick with me and you'll go far
'Cause I'll show you the ropes
In all these years I've learned many things
How to walk, how to talk and make believe
So follow me
Notebook paper makes a dandy stealth fighter
And for fast get aways we'll take my radio flyer
And there's Indians in the woods, just off the porch out back
And if they attack, I'll help ya fight 'em
With sticks for guns
Me and you
'Til we've won
'Cause that's what brothers do
Mama said that you're the reason her belly got so big
And I didn't believe her till she let me feel you kick
And I don't know how it happened
I'm just glad that I have someone to play with
In all these years I've learned many things
How to walk, how to talk and make believe
So follow me
Notebook paper makes a dandy stealth fighter
And for fast get aways we'll take my radio flyer
And there's Indians in the woods, just off the porch out back
And if they attack, I'll help ya fight 'em
With sticks for guns
Me and you
'Til we've won
'Cause that's what brothers do
We'll play cops and robbers and secret agent man
And save the world from hostile aliens
With sticks for guns
Me and you
'Til we've won
'Cause that's what brothers do
That's what brothers do
He said, ‽Hi, my name is Timmy and I'm pushin' five years old"
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