Clickity Clack

How do you?
How do you do?
How do you?
How do you do it?

Music maker, stop pressing those strings firmly to my down!
The ground water is drying up to fill my jars again

And that Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack

I'm through having your harsh march stare down my size
And punish what young is left in these eyes

How do I?
Oh! How do I?
How do I? How did I?
How will I pick up and go?

Because I lack the wind in trees
And the sunlight in the afternoon
My button collections need to find a home

And that Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack

I'm through having your harsh march stare down my size
And punish what young is left in these eyes

Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack

But when I turn my back
When I turn my back I'll twirl my little skirt
And it'll be my shoes instead of yours
My shoes instead of yours
My shoes screaming that

Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack