Mister, Mister from DADBOD by Brooke Burgess

Well then...Once Upon A Time
There was a man who said
that Love was only fleeting
And he travelled ‘round the world
just having fun and breaking hearts
like window panes
Was too drunk to see the signs,
the waving flags of red
upon that fateful meeting.
But when the oyster made a pearl
he knew from that day on
he’d never be the same.

Niiiine...months...later
As he sat within the sterile room
the doctors sliced her open.
There was a hammer in his chest,
and then his bladder
nearly burst out from his fly.
But even facing down with certain doom
He swallowed hard right then and there
and squeezed her hand
Watched them pull you from her belly,
saw you take a breath,
and joined in your first cry.

Miiiiiiiiiiiister, Mister - lead me by the hand
Misssssssster, Mister - help me see
Misssssster, Mister - make me understand
When you’re the only thing that matters now
then what the hell is happening to me??

Now....you’re....turning three and if you don’t
get ice cream every day you throw a tantrum.
When you pull his hair and bite his hand
and kick him in the balls, and then applaud.
‘cause your dad cannot remember the last time
you didn’t hold his sleep for ransom.
So just eat the fucking broccoli
and let him poop in peace,
so help me God...

Miiiiiiiiiiiister, Mister - take me by the hand
Misssssssster, Mister - show me the way
Misssssster, Mister - was this your master plan?
When you’re the center of the Universe
Then what the hell is left for me to say?

He...is...painfully aware
Of all the flaws and faults and sins
that leave him wanting
When he looks into the mirrors of your eyes
He see the Goodness and the Bad.
So, he prays most every day
that he will find the strength
to walk a path that’s worthy.
Because the only thing he wants to have
is knowing you are proud to call him ‘Dad’

Lahhhh, La, La-Lahhhhhhh. La, La, La, La-Lahhhhh (x4)

I’d...still...swim across the ocean
as a sign of my devotion
I would run a million miles
just to see another smile
I would starve myself for weeks
to give a pinch upon those cheeks
And they could whip me til I’m stinging
for a chance to hear you singing
of the love inside your heart
because your favourite thing is ME!

MISTER, MISTER!!!

• Decemberists
• French folk
• Hip-Hop
• Kids
• Pop Rock
• Rock
• accordion
• alternative
• clarinet
• father and son
• greek
• gypsy
• singer-songwriter
• trumpet
• violin
• Annapolis Royal