Six Legs (tippy tappy toes)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:06 duration
๐ ID: 8257035
๐ Lyrics
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Struck a nerve
That's absurd
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
That's enough living rough for a lifetime
Looking back for a pass
Take it from me
I've lost my mind
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Let me lay it down for you
It seems so simple
I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under
Where are your hands? No wonder
Take it from me
I've lost my mind
Take it from me
I've lost my mind
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
Six legs, running down the stairs
None of them prepared for what they might see
Now there's another face, another name to sing
I hope they're happy
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Struck a nerve
That's absurd
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
That's enough living rough for a lifetime
Looking back for a pass
Take it from me
I've lost my mind
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Let me lay it down for you
It seems so simple
I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under
Where are your hands? No wonder
Take it from me
I've lost my mind
Take it from me
I've lost my mind
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
I feel stuck in a memory
Scratching my itch, who would I be?
Six legs, running down the stairs
None of them prepared for what they might see
Now there's another face, another name to sing
I hope they're happy
Six legs, tippy tappy toes
Climbing to the podium on Sunday
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
That itches my brain
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[00:02.64] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[00:06.36] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[00:10.37] That itches my brain
[00:25.68] Struck a nerve
[00:26.95] That's absurd
[00:28.57] I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
[00:31.98] That's enough living rough for a lifetime
[00:34.89] Looking back for a pass
[00:37.23] Take it from me
[00:38.83] I've lost my mind
[00:44.18] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[00:46.86] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[00:50.42] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[00:54.27] That itches my brain
[00:56.82] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[00:59.27] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[01:03.11] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:06.97] That itches my brain
[01:09.53] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:13.27] That itches my brain
[01:16.66] Let me lay it down for you
[01:19.02] It seems so simple
[01:21.49] I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under
[01:25.13] Where are your hands? No wonder
[01:27.72] Take it from me
[01:29.38] I've lost my mind
[01:33.92] Take it from me
[01:35.44] I've lost my mind
[01:41.05] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[01:43.44] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[01:47.39] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:51.19] That itches my brain
[01:53.80] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:57.56] That itches my brain
[02:12.06] I feel stuck in a memory
[02:14.94] Scratching my itch, who would I be?
[02:18.15] I feel stuck in a memory
[02:21.35] Scratching my itch, who would I be?
[02:25.33] Six legs, running down the stairs
[02:27.77] None of them prepared for what they might see
[02:31.49] Now there's another face, another name to sing
[02:35.40] I hope they're happy
[02:38.05] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[02:40.40] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[02:44.18] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[02:48.17] That itches my brain
[02:50.57] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[02:54.57] That itches my brain
[02:56.63] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[03:00.41] That itches my brain
[03:03.33]
[00:02.64] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[00:06.36] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[00:10.37] That itches my brain
[00:25.68] Struck a nerve
[00:26.95] That's absurd
[00:28.57] I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper
[00:31.98] That's enough living rough for a lifetime
[00:34.89] Looking back for a pass
[00:37.23] Take it from me
[00:38.83] I've lost my mind
[00:44.18] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[00:46.86] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[00:50.42] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[00:54.27] That itches my brain
[00:56.82] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[00:59.27] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[01:03.11] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:06.97] That itches my brain
[01:09.53] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:13.27] That itches my brain
[01:16.66] Let me lay it down for you
[01:19.02] It seems so simple
[01:21.49] I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under
[01:25.13] Where are your hands? No wonder
[01:27.72] Take it from me
[01:29.38] I've lost my mind
[01:33.92] Take it from me
[01:35.44] I've lost my mind
[01:41.05] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[01:43.44] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[01:47.39] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:51.19] That itches my brain
[01:53.80] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[01:57.56] That itches my brain
[02:12.06] I feel stuck in a memory
[02:14.94] Scratching my itch, who would I be?
[02:18.15] I feel stuck in a memory
[02:21.35] Scratching my itch, who would I be?
[02:25.33] Six legs, running down the stairs
[02:27.77] None of them prepared for what they might see
[02:31.49] Now there's another face, another name to sing
[02:35.40] I hope they're happy
[02:38.05] Six legs, tippy tappy toes
[02:40.40] Climbing to the podium on Sunday
[02:44.18] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[02:48.17] That itches my brain
[02:50.57] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[02:54.57] That itches my brain
[02:56.63] Now, it remains a dream, a distant memory
[03:00.41] That itches my brain
[03:03.33]