Father Goes R. Stevie Moore

That's where my father goes
That's where my father goes

That's where my father lives in the garden
I remember it well, so well
That's where he can invent many problems
I can certainly tell
Hearing him yell

That's where my father goes
That's where my father goes

That's where my father works in the city
I can hear of his song so long
That's wherе he is his best, Mr. Daddy
But he's playing it strong
Playing it wrong

That's whеre my father goes
That's where my father goes

That's where my father goes when he's lonely
He is turning to me
Learning I'm free

That's where my father thinks of the answer
I attended the class
That's why he is concerned to be prouder
As he works off his ass
Mowing the grass