Story Behind the Song
My father's full of great songwriting material. He refuses to listen to these songs, but other people seem to like them.
Lyrics
My dad, he watches television
When he's not golfin', he's watchin' television
He's watchin' golf on the television,
My dad
Oh, he likes half-moon cookies
Folger's coffee, little two-percent milk
Peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches,
My dad
Well, he talks about the Army
Where he purified the water
He hates Bill Clinton,
My dad
Oh me, oh me, oh my
Oh me, oh my old man
Talkin' 'bout my dad
Talkin' 'bout my dad.
My dad, he likes to tell jokes
He's always good for a good clean joke
My mom, she doesn't understand 'em,
Dad's jokes
Well, you see, he's real particular
He's got a right way of doing things
Everything is in its proper place for
My dad
He's long since been retired
He's got his very own golf cart now
He'll ride the green till the engine blows
Go, daddy, go, daddy, go, daddy, go go go!
My dad, he's got a load of children
They all live right around the corner
He says, "Thanks for leavin',"
My dad.
I think maybe I was ten or eleven
He was late for dinner, but he had a big smile
"I hit a hole in one today!" said
My dad.
Well, Dad, we never did play golf
No, we never got too close
Scary and beautiful like the ocean,
My dad
And I just stand by the shore and I stare
I never did learn to swim in there
I look into your deep, dark blues
And daddy, sometimes I feel so...
Dad, I got your cold sweaty feet
I got your handsome smile
I got your fear of gettin' lost
I don't wanna get lost now
He said, "Didja hear the one about the mushroom in a bar?"
My mom she jumps in, she says, "Mushroom in a bar?!
"Fred, what kinda ridiculous thing is that to..."
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