When daddy comes home he’ll have a box of presents, something from one of each of the fifty states*
Mommy will be so happy, daddy will be so happy and we’ll all be a happy family for a day. Daddy wheels all across the interstate.
Checks in the mail and a phone call on father’s day but we’ll all wear sombreros, we don’t think about tomorrow cause we’re all a happy family for a day.
And daddy is so good and true he brings you things like super glue and rubber gloves and bags of sand.
So if you see him won’t you wave your hand at daddy.
Daddy’s hair is long and pepper gray.
He tells me that the highway don’t let me stay and the road goes on forever and we can ride together so we’ll all be a happy family every day.