Daddy's Money (1996) Lyrics

Ricochet
Miscellaneous
Daddy's Money (1996)
Can’t concentrate on the preacher preaching
My attention span done turned off
I’m honed in on that angel singing up there in the choir loft
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mommy’s good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination, a college education
Add it all up it’s a deadly combination
She’s a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks
And look who’s looking at me

Her second cousin was my third grade teacher
I used to cut her grandma’s grass
Back then she was nothing but knees and elbows
Golly did she grow up fast
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mommy’s good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination, a college education
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Add it all up it’s a deadly combination
She’s a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks
And look who’s looking at me

Lord if you got any miracles handy
Maybe you could grant me one
Just let me walk down the isle and say I do
To that angel with the choir robe on
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mommy’s good looks
More laughs than a stack of comic books
A wild imagination, a college education
Add it all up it’s a deadly combination
She’s a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks
And look who’s looking at me
She’s got her daddy’s money, her mama’s good looks
And she’s looking at me