It's fun to run, it's fun to play,

It's fun to make things out of clay,

It's fun to fill your car with gas,

It's fun to break.... things made of glass!

It's fun to spray yourself with mace

It's fun to squeeze your mothers face

It's fun to mow your daddies grass

It's fun to break.... things made of glass

But broken glass can cut your hand,

And then you'll bleed across the land,

Ask any woman, child or man,

About the dangers

Of broken glass...

Broken glass....

I like nice girls with gum disease

I like to tickle peoples knees

Don't tell me no just tell me yes

And then we'll break.... things made of glass

Sometimes I put on special pants

And then I board a plane to france

When I arrive I start to dance

And then I break....things made of glass

Yeah I know that dance doesn't rhyme with glass

So what cha gonna about it huh

But broken glass will tell you lies

Bleed your soul and blind your eyes

Like a demon with a side of fries

You better be aware.... of broken glass

Of broken glass glass

Harmonica solo!

Mmm, children that glass sure does look delicious, doesn't it?

But you can't eat it.

'cause broken glass is not a food,

So don't you listen to some dude,

Who says put cheese on broken glass,

And make a sand-a-wich!

Out of broken glass...

Let's sing a song about broken glass,

I'll help you write it after class,

There is no song that can surpass

The song we sing,

[Spoken] about broken glass...