Daddy Was a Real Good Dancer The Dismemberment Plan

Growing up I never knew why
Daddy was so depressed
He always paid his interest
But he never got out of debt

If I saw him now
I guess I'd feel real old
I'd hand him my baby girl
And play some rock n' roll

[Chorus]
Because
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
That's what everybody'd say
Daddy, Daddy was a real good dancer
Until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away

I got a photograph of Daddy
But that don't mean he's here
Lost behind a mustache
And a tank top and a beer

I guess I get down too
When nothing no one says is true
Then dancing to a distant beat
I call them daddy's happy feet