He said, 'Hi, my name is Timmy
And I'm pushing five years old
I can count to this many
Then I'll have to use my toes'

Sure am glad to meet ya
Let me show ya stuff
That only big boys know

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

'Cause 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 any stealth fighter F-4
As you get of age you'll take my radio flier
And there's Indians in the woods
Just off the porch out back

And if they attack, I'll help you fight 'em
With sticks for guns, me and you
Until 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 believer her
Until she let me feel ya kick

And I don't know how it happened
I'm just glad
That I have someone to play with

'Cause 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 any stealth fighter F-4
As you get of age you'll take my radio flier
And there's Indians in the woods
Just off the porch out back

And if they attack, I'll help you fight 'em
With sticks for guns
Me and you until we've won
'Cause that's what brothers do

We'll play cops and robbers and secret agent men
And save the world from hostile aliens
With sticks for guns

Me and you until we've won
'Cause that's what brothers do
That's what brothers do

He said, 'Hi, my name is Timmy
And I'm pushing five years old'