Daddy Was a Bastard Songtext
von Robert
Daddy Was a Bastard Songtext
Daddy with his flat cap
Wax jacket walkin′ us
Home along the tivvy cut
The tracks passing mornin' bus
Lessons with the sharp wit
Memories have varnished
Lever in the star stich
That crescent was the hardest
Asking for the furkin mush
Basking in the burning bush
Will to do whatever was the maxim that he served to us
Daddy was a bastard
Built his world up single handed Left the Earth to whirly journey didn′t bring him chances
Sing his wisdom like
Faithful shouting hallelujah
Mrs Missioned like, grateful that a man had knew ya
Back to 1990, bouncing on his knee
Strong convictions weigh it up I'm proud of my beliefs
Daddy told me hit him harder, crowding in the street
Mum is shouting out the window, low it with the beef
When these scars will fade
Open scars are made
Now it's Father′s Day
I′m trying hard to say
I'm trying hard to see you
Words can′t take what I want to
I'm trying hard to see you
Words can′t take what I want to
He handled everyone, told me how to judge
Everybody by their virtues never by their mug
Never by their colour and never by their name
Don't judge ′em by their reputation never by their fame
Always check the truth first
Never follow men
Always beat the shin'ed light that ever shone on them
Sitting at his feet
Hearing how he did it
Daddy lived it by respect, see I'm trying to win it
Winners thinking out the box, you can make choice
Told me nothing black and white
Filled with great eyes
His arm out the brown capree
When he found my weed
How he grounded me
With that frown did leave
His self is fading, Mummy on her own was
Trying to hide the hurt but
God is trying to stone us
Nothing ever gives you justice trying to find the words
Words can′t say what I want, trying to hide the hurt
I′m trying hard to see you
Words can't take what I want to
I′m trying hard to see you
Words can't take what I want to
(Our love is one
Love, love is one)
Wax jacket walkin′ us
Home along the tivvy cut
The tracks passing mornin' bus
Lessons with the sharp wit
Memories have varnished
Lever in the star stich
That crescent was the hardest
Asking for the furkin mush
Basking in the burning bush
Will to do whatever was the maxim that he served to us
Daddy was a bastard
Built his world up single handed Left the Earth to whirly journey didn′t bring him chances
Sing his wisdom like
Faithful shouting hallelujah
Mrs Missioned like, grateful that a man had knew ya
Back to 1990, bouncing on his knee
Strong convictions weigh it up I'm proud of my beliefs
Daddy told me hit him harder, crowding in the street
Mum is shouting out the window, low it with the beef
When these scars will fade
Open scars are made
Now it's Father′s Day
I′m trying hard to say
I'm trying hard to see you
Words can′t take what I want to
I'm trying hard to see you
Words can′t take what I want to
He handled everyone, told me how to judge
Everybody by their virtues never by their mug
Never by their colour and never by their name
Don't judge ′em by their reputation never by their fame
Always check the truth first
Never follow men
Always beat the shin'ed light that ever shone on them
Sitting at his feet
Hearing how he did it
Daddy lived it by respect, see I'm trying to win it
Winners thinking out the box, you can make choice
Told me nothing black and white
Filled with great eyes
His arm out the brown capree
When he found my weed
How he grounded me
With that frown did leave
His self is fading, Mummy on her own was
Trying to hide the hurt but
God is trying to stone us
Nothing ever gives you justice trying to find the words
Words can′t say what I want, trying to hide the hurt
I′m trying hard to see you
Words can't take what I want to
I′m trying hard to see you
Words can't take what I want to
(Our love is one
Love, love is one)
Writer(s): Iqbal Singh Sathi, Lawrence Lord, Robert Mark Beighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com