2 Weeks in Dizkneelande Lyrics

You're not my father
You're not my friend
You're just a stranger fillin' in

Convince my family
Good kid I am
You'll take me down to Dizkneelande

Help me

Why aren't we flyin'
You'd rather drive
Hotels are fun along the way

You scrub me wet
You dry me clean
We're off to spend a day with Mickey

Help me

Come back for dinner
Ice cream dessert
Sit on your lap and watch the tube

Nightmares for grownups
Bathe me to bed
You scrub me, rub me, rub me
Tuck me in and we pretend

Help me