Pappy lad,
tie my morning lace
be my trustful candle in boiled liver
be my stamina in children's birthday parties
and when everything falls apart
in sorrow
Stroke the wind softly on its cheak
Pappy lad,
promise to digest me
when I have been eaten and chewed
promise to treat the lame, the crippled
and the unfortunate warmly
should I be reincarnated
Stroke the wind softly on its cheak
stroke the wind softly on its cheak
stroke the wind softly on its cheak
stroke the wind softly on its cheak
just to be safe
tie my morning lace
be my trustful candle in boiled liver
be my stamina in children's birthday parties
and when everything falls apart
in sorrow
Stroke the wind softly on its cheak
Pappy lad,
promise to digest me
when I have been eaten and chewed
promise to treat the lame, the crippled
and the unfortunate warmly
should I be reincarnated
Stroke the wind softly on its cheak
stroke the wind softly on its cheak
stroke the wind softly on its cheak
stroke the wind softly on its cheak
just to be safe