Check, check, check
Check it like this

Bring it back with that bass line
And let me bust another one of my question rhymes
Whatever happened to play in the mud
Little kids buildin' castles, all they understood

Thinkin' but not too much about the box where they sat
Was their world and all that was in it was good
Playin' all day
Till the street light came on, came on

And momma call you home for spaghetti and meat balls
And say a little prayer and a bath good night
Life so simple, return to the next days
It was back to that sandbox

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise

So dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
(On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
(On and on and on)

Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
(On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the dirt

Eat the microphone
2, 1, setting
Are you with me?

The question again phrased a little different
Whatever happened to my beautiful innocence
I can't remember when but it faded away
Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade

Never know why or when or where it went
But I'd sure like to find a little bit of innocence
Sometimes I have to stop and ask why
Things always catchin' up with you and me till I die

'Cause you know what they say
What you reap is what you sow
Yet responsibility
I always see throw away my faith
(Got to get back to the memories)

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise

So dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
(On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
(On and on and on)

Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
(On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the dirt

Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise