Lyrics: Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbin' to the podium on Sunday Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain (Hey, hey) (Hey, hey) Struck a nerve That's absurd I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper That's enough livin' rough for a lifetime Lookin' back for a pass Take it from me, I've lost my mind Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbin' to the podium on Sunday Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbin' to the podium on Sunday Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain Let me lay it down for you It seems so simple I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under Where are your hands? No wonder Take it from me, I've lost my mind Take it from me, I've lost my mind Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbin' to the podium on Sunday Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain I feel stuck in a memory Scratchin' my itch, who would I be? I feel stuck in a memory Scratchin' my itch, who would I be? Six legs runnin' down the stairs None of them prepared for what they might see Now there's another face Another name to sing I hope they're happy Six legs, tippy tappy toes Climbin' to the podium on Sunday Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain Now it remains a dream A distant memory that itches my brain
