Don't Tattle on Me

I can't sleep Leap out of bed Creep down the hall Sneak down the steps Into the creepy creaky basement And discreetly peek at my gifts Open up What could it be? That motor-mouth Those rosy cheeks A baby talking Tattletail Who babble's without fail But don't tattle on me Don't tattle on me 'Cause Mama's sleeping And Mama's scary No don't you speak Or I might scream 'Cause if she finds you Who knows what she'll do Hide and Seek Under the tree Red glowing eyes Are all I see Maternal stalker by the stockings Matricidal children plotting Charge you, brush you Feed you treats Hey, who's the toy here You or me? Infernal presence in the presents Unsettled machine But don't tattle on me Don't tattle on me 'Cause Mama's listening And Mama's scary No don't you speak Or I might scream 'Cause if she finds you Who knows what she'll do No more Mama No more Mama No more Mama No more Mama No more Mama No more Mama No more Mama No more Mama Wound up like a VHS Shook up and I'm in distress Locked up in a cardboard box Broke up like a shattered pot Wake up from a bad, bad dream Strung up like a christmas tree Messed up so she got recalled Shut up And don't tattle on me Don't tattle on me 'Cause Mama's watching And Mama's scary Don't make a peep Or I might scream 'Cause if she finds you You know what she'll do So don't tattle on me