My old man
Hes a singer in the park
Hes a walker in the rain
Hes a dancer in the dark
We dont need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
My old man
Keeping away my blues

Hes my sunshine in the morning
Hes my fireworks at the end of the day
Hes the warmest chord I ever heard
Play that warm chord, play and stay baby
We dont need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
My old man
Keeping away my blues

But when hes gone
Me and them lonesome blues collide
The beds too big
The frying pans 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 dont 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 hes gone
Me and them lonesome blues collide
The beds too big
The frying pans too wide

My old man
Hes a singer in the park
Hes a walker in the rain
Hes a dancer in the dark
We dont need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and [bad word] 
No, my old man
Keeping away my lonesome blues