At a bluegrass fest, that is where we met
You were drunk and lost and also alone
You were in distress, like a shit-faced damsel
I rescued you and now look where we are
To Pigskin, I gave in, winning isn't so bad
Down dog style, I got you to try it
Speaking of pups, when Hobo went missing
We trekked for miles, and three solid days
Happy anniversary
We are checking things off
Our rain check list
Quarantine with you hasn't been that bad boo
We can lamp all day and all through the night
You are cuter than a baby sloth, you
took me to a donkey sanctuary
We have off-roaded, at the Top of the World
A Trumper we call “Come on” helped us up
Florida, New Orleans and Alabama
Iron Bull football, survived a blizzard too
Maybe one day, we'll have a threesome
with the gal who barbecues at Rancho
And I'll write a book of rednecky things you say
'It duttin' matter, I like 'em skinny'
La dee da da da,
We go where we go
Da da da, da da, da da da da da
“Thank You”
(to the tune of “Thank You” as recorded by Dido)
Building a business with no startup
capital is hard
Fortunately I was born for this
but cash still plays a part
my dad pitches in, he is not rich
but he believes in my art
it means the world, I'm humbled by it
forever in debt
Starving artists, we face obstacles
that's understated
tumors, homelessness, unemployment
“worthless” English majors
this old man's been there through thick and thin
braggin' to strangers
that his son makes a good hooker,
a red-haired her
I want to thank you
for being the best damn dad of my life
('cause there were so many other candidates;)
Oh just to be your son
is getting the best deal of my life
Keeps me fed with his salsa
apple butter, pickles too
Chauffeurs me when my car breaks
even when I'm dressed like a dude
have you seen my new website?
My dad bartered for it with his wife's son
He's a gem and a gentleman
I want to thank you
for being the best damn dad in my life
(though the imaginary one is gaining on ya)
I love bein' your son
despite Trans-Siberian Orchestra, you like;)
