My daddy says
I ain't his child
Ain't that something
Ain't that wild
Daddy says
I ain't his child
Ain't that something
Wild
My hair is curly
My freckles are tan
Could my daddy be
The garbage man
My legs are stumpy
My fingers are short
Like my Uncle Will
Who is the
Bowling sport
My eyes are slanty
Like Mister Woo
Hey
Mister laundryman
Is it you
I'm ugly as Steve
With the big moustache
But mama says Poles
Are a piece of trash
Hey
Anybody I might
Have missed
Would you care to state
That I exist
I ain't quite sure
What it is
I did
To make him swear
That I ain't
His kid
But he told mama
And she told me
Back when I was
Just about three
She felt my face
And she
Kind of smiled
And she said
He say
You ain't my child
My daddy says
I ain't his child
Ain't that something
Ain't that wild
Daddy says
I ain't his child
Ain't that
Something
Wild
Ain't that
Something
Wild
