Young Dad - spies

It’s a pleasure to meet you

I bet you’re a credit to your mother

I try my best to please you

But the way you grimace at my dancing I don’t think I’d stand a chance, no

It’s a pleasure to meet you

I bet you’re a credit to your mother

I try my best to please you

But the way you grimace at my dancing I don’t think I’d stand a chance, no

Your hair and your clothes are black monotone

I’ll keep my shirt and my sweater combo

I’ll keep my shirt and my sweater combo

I’ll sick my gut to appease you

Sing words in time, they’re drawn and

We pray this phase we just passed through

No honey, the kids are out on Monday

And they’re crying

When you arrive at the venue

With the portable

I’ll keep my shirt and my sweater combo

When you arrive at the venue in feathers and

I’ll keep my shirt and my sweater combo

I’ll keep my shirt and my sweater combo