You were a sub standard dad,
But the only one I had
I grew up hearing your evil
scheming down the hall,
But when I look at this thing
It makes me wanna sing:
Maybe you're not so
bad a dad after all...
At my first ever swim meet,
You stepped on the other team's feet
At my recital, you clapped
louder than you should.
But when you taught me how to drive
We actually made it home alive,
I guess it's possible, not
every part of you isn't good.
I know at times I would cringe,
Like when you wore all that fringe
And when you went out of your way
to catch that foul ball... (boos)
But this piece of plastic in my hand
Makes me finally understand:
Maybe you're not so bad a dad,
Not so bad a dad after all.
