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A poem dedicated to my father and the "stories" he has to deal with. |
| Daddy I know the sauce has been dry But in their eyes, that story don’t fly Daddy I don’t understand I don’t know that I ever can - She said you’ve been smoking I thought she was joking Then he said to stop your drinking And that got me to thinking Let’s just all go to rehab And make it one big show Maybe when Mamma can breathe They’ll let families in for free Let’s all go to rehab Come on, come on let’s go I’ll take a bottle of rum I think it will be a lot of fun Daddy it isn’t fair Let’s give him a virgin full of hair Let’s go out to rehab Maybe then she’ll leave us alone |