Longlife Battery Boy

Longlife Battery Boy

He's whirling around like a spinning top,
I wonder when the boy will ever stop.
He don't deny his name,
Its Longlife Battery Boy.

Jumpin' up and down like a rabbit in Spring,
Spittin' out rhythms like a Beatbox King,
He don't deny his name,
Its Longlife Battery Boy.

Oh Mumma's baby don't love shortnin'
Mumma's baby don't eat meat.
No, Mumma's baby lives on gatorade
As he skates on down the street.

Oooh Lord, nobody told me parenthood would be like this!
Mmmm I've got those "down-exhausted-in-the-lounge-chair blues".
Now where's my guitar gone?

Spinnin' around like a whirlygig
He'll only go out when the surf is big,
He don't deny his name,
Longlife Battery Boy!

Whooo! He ain't no whinin' boy,
He's a speedy boy.
Can't keep up with him!

Oh Mumma's baby don't love shortnin'
Mumma's baby don't eat meat.
No, Mumma's baby lives on gatorade
As he skates on down the street.

Hmmm, like a spinnin' top.
Hmmm he's Longlife Battery Boy.

Go boy! He's a real rollin' boy.
Well he's rollin' and tumblin'.
Now where's that ole rockin' chair?
Will someone go make me a cuppa tea?
Mumma just needs to.... relax a bit.

Whirling around like a spinning top,
I wonder when the boy will ever stop.
He don't deny his name,
Longlife Battery Boy.
Jumpin' up and down like a rabbit in Spring,
Spittin' out rhythms like a Beatbox King,
Hmm talkin' about
Longlife Battery Boy.

You know the batteries are never gonna' run out,
For Longlife, Longlife Battery Boy.
Oh yeh!