This Little Piggy Went To Market - Wendy

Singer: Little Big Town We went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines And we went to the beach We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down Y'all smell the salt of the beach Well, it was double beds With a kitchenette Bedspreads of sea-foam green It was sunburns and taking turns On boogie boards we'd bring Even if we spent Every single cent To stay across the street We went to the beach We mowed a few yards I filled a coffee can With some Benjamins Just a couple of friends Just barely seventeen And we went to the beach And in the middle of March We put real life starts And partied so hard We could barely remember a thing It was PBRs and tiki bars Don't take my fake I.D It was cigarettes Girls we just met And making out on lifeguard seats And those polaroids Of me and the boys Is all the proof I need And we went to the beach Girl, don't you hate to leave It's been one hell of a week It was a vow To you too, "I do." Babe, can you believe It was brand new tans Brown-golden bands Of sand all in the sheets If I know you and me We only get one of these And we went to the beach We went to the beach We went to the beach We went to the beach

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his trousers on; One shoe off, and the other shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his trousers on; One shoe off, and the other shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John