My Dad

Written for my baby son in 1986. My Dad he wears and earring And he rides me on his bike The folks ‘round here don’t go for him But who cares what they like Dad’s earring dangles in the wind And sparkles in the breeze It tangles in his hair sometimes As it flies back and tickles me Dad’s tattoo is blue and black And printed across his chest It’s an eagle with some letters That spell the motorcycle he likes best Sometimes his walk shows a little limp Mixed with his fighters bounce But he’ll always be there for me Especially when it counts His Christian name is Kenneth But they call him Kenny Bo And it’s me and him against the world No matter where we go Who cares about the “citizen’s” Who cares what they might like My Dad he wears and earring And he rides me on his bike It’s him and me against the world, No matter what they say And I’ll wear an earring, ride a Harley And have a son too some day