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
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