Dad's Corner Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

Dad′s corner
Dad's corner

You thought about what?
When was that?
You thought about nothing and you′re tryna recap

Blasé petticoat, where did it go?
The plane's on its way, and I'm still a bag of bones

Dad′s corner
Dad′s corner
Dad's corner
Dad′s corner

The hotel's here
But you said there
I′m sick of flyin' stalks, it′s a fuckin' nightmare

Blasé petticoat, where did it go?
The plane's on it way, and I′m still a bag of bones


Dad′s corner
Dad's corner
Dad′s corner
Dad's corner

I said don′t blame me
I know it ain't right
Don′t blame me, I'm in reception on time
Don't blame me, I think I′m gonna cry
Don′t blame me, the gig tonight'll be fine

Dad′s corner
Dad's corner
Dad′s corner
Dad's corner

And what do we have to show?
It ain′t a lovely green stretch and a game of polo
And what do we have to show?
It ain't a lovely green stretch and a game of polo, oh, no

Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no
Oh, no


Dad's corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad′s corner (you wish for, ultimately)
Dad′s corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)

Dad′s corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)
Dad′s corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)

Dad′s corner (what would you like to be?)
Dad's corner (you wish for, ultimately)