Don’t Tattle On Me (Remix)

I can’t sleep
Leap out of bed
Creep down the hall
Sneak down the steps
Into the creepy creaky basement
And discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up, what could it be?
That motor-mouth...
Those rosy cheeks!
A Baby Talking Tattletail
Who babbles without fail...

But don’t tattle on me!
Don’t tattle on me!
‘Cause Mama’s sleeping
And Mama’s scary
No don’t you speak!
Or I might scream!
‘Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she’ll do?

Hide and seek under the tree
Red glowing eyes are all I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Matricidal children plotting
Charge you, brush you, feed you treats...
Hey, who’s the toy here, you or me?
Infernal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine

But don’t tattle on me!
Don’t tattle on me!
‘Cause Mama’s listening
And Mama’s scary
No don’t you speak!
Or I might scream!
‘Cause if she finds you
Who knows what she’ll do?

No More Mama!
No More Mama!
No More Mama!
No More Mama!
No More Mama!
No More Mama!
No More Mama!
No More Mama!

Wound up - like a VHS
Shook up - and I’m in distress
Locked up - in a cardboard box
Broke up - like a shattered pot
Wake up - from a bad, bad dream
Strung up - like a Christmas tree
Messed up - so she got recalled
Shut up!

And don’t tattle on me!
Don’t tattle on me!
‘Cause Mama’s watching
And Mama’s scary
No don’t you speak!
Or I might scream!
‘Cause if she finds you
You know what she’ll do...
So don’t tattle on me!