Lyrics

Lyrics by: Hampton Nager & Brad Weiss
Performed by: Brad Weiss


My daughter's cooking is a father's dream
The tuition that it cost could make Jeff Bezos scream
I took her out to brunch, anywhere that she'd choose
And she ordered up a stinking glass of greenish juice
One sip was all it took for me to stand up and beg
Do you think you make me some eggs, guy,
Can’t you just make me some eggs?

Politics and Prose and some clunky jewels
I'm not made of money like Bethesda fools
Whether it's insurance or a night with friends
My kids sure know how to spend, yeah
You know who's gonna foot the bill then

I heard from Michael just the other day
He's getting married and he wants me to pay
'Wasn't your Bar Mitzvah enough?' I lamely smiled,
He said, 'very funny, Dad, but this thing needs style,'
"Now I think a ten piece band would send it over the moon
and make sure they have a bassoon, Dad.
Make sure they have a bassoon.”

I’ll spring for Pabst Blue Ribbon Label and some plastic spoons
Crepe paper streamers and a phone with i-tunes
And as long as I can get there from PTI
I'll give that banquet hall a try, yeah
The V.F.W. will see me drop by