He's a singer in the park
 He's a walker in the rain
 He's a dancer in the dark
 We don't need no piece of paper
 From the city hall
 Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
 No, my old man
 Keeping away my blues

 He's my sunshine in the morning
 He's my fireworks at the end of the day
 He's the warmest chord I ever heard
 Play that warm chord, play and stay baby
 We don't need no piece of paper
 From the city hall
 Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
 My old man
 Keeping away my blues

 But when he's gone
 Me and them lonesome blues collide
 The bed's too big
 The frying pan's too wide

 Then [bad word] home
 And he takes me in his loving arms
 And he tells me all his troubles
 And he tells me all my charms
 We don't need no piece of paper
 From the city hall
 Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
 No, my old man
 Keeping away my blues

 But when he's gone
 Me and them lonesome blues collide
 The bed's too big
 The frying pan's too wide

 My old man
 He's a singer in the park
 He's a walker in the rain
 He's a dancer in the dark
 We don't need no piece of paper
 From the city hall
 Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
 No, my old man
 Keeping away my lonesome blues