Six Legs (tippy tappy toes)

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