Daddy Was A Real Good Dancer

Growing up, I never knew why

Daddy was so depressed

He always paid his interest

But he never got out of debt

If I saw him now

I guess I'd feel real old

I'd hand him my baby girl

And I'd play some rock and roll

'Cause Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer

That's what everybody say

Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

Until he had me, and then he threw his dancing shoes away

I got a photograph of Daddy, but that don't mean he was here

Lost behind a mustache and a tank top, and a beer

Well, I guess I get that look too when nothing no one says gets through

Dancing to a distant beat, I call them Daddy's happy feet

'Cause Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer

That's what everybody say

Oh, Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer

Until he had me, and then he threw his dancing shoes away

When they finally lay my cold and creaky bones to rest

I hope I'm not a mystery to those who knew me best

But if all my eulogies are all corny fantasies

Just put on my favorite groove, 'cause that's what we would always do

For Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer

That's what everybody say

Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer

Until he had me, and then he threw his dancing shoes away