Father's Whiskers
Lyrics
We have a dear old daddy, for whom we daily pray,
He's got a set of whiskers, they're always in the way.
Chorus: Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay.
They hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the way
Father had a strong back, now it's all caved in.
He stepped upon his whiskers and walked up to his chin. Chorus:
We have a dear old brother, he has a Ford machine.
He uses father's whiskers to strain the gasoline. Chorus
We have a dear old sister, it really is a laugh.
She sprinkle's father's whiskers as bath salts in her bath.
Around the supper table, we make a merry group.
Until dear father's whiskers, get tangled in the soup. Chorus
When father goes in swimming, no bathing suit for him.
He ties his whiskers 'round his waist, and gaily plunges in.
Chorus: Oh, they're always in the way
The cows eat them for hay.
They hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the way.
