Lyrics Dad's Corner - Sleaford Mods

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 its 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
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)
(Oh no)