Baby’s got a tape gun and a new roll of tape,
She gets so excited when she boxes things away,
Well, I’ve got some secret stuff in a little box of dreams,
But that tape gun keeps it shut tight, wrapped up nice and neat.
Now there’s nothing left to see of my little dreams.
Tape gun baby – she’s only just begun, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Those tacky things, they roll right off her tongue.
She says I’m a mess,
She’s cleaning up, I guess, to keep me wrapped up nice and neat.
‘Til there’s nothing left to see of my little dreams.
Tape gun baby – she’s only just begun, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Those tacky things, they roll right off her tongue.
Sticky, sticky on my hands from all that crummy tape,
That thing keeps shooting its mouth off, blowing everything away.
Now, didn’t your mama tell you to watch what you say?
Tape gun baby – she’s only just begun, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Those tacky things, they roll right off her,
Tape gun baby, don’t call me lazy,
You drive me crazy, my tacky tape gun baby.
