Oh, Dad, the broken promises hurt more than broken bones.The people's screams in the ballroom hall drowned out the saxophones.La-la-la-laLa-la-laLa-la-la-la-laLa-la-laLa la laLa la la laA great gray frog now crouches On the throne of a former princeAnd its endless croaking, croaking Has no power to convinceOh, Dad, you did me in that day With the turn of your terrible eyeAnd I cannot fly And I will not flyAnd I'm afraid to fly Ever sinceWa-wa-wa-wa-wa Wa-wa-wa-wa-waTelephone rang, my sister calling I'll go on fighting his ghostDon't you know, Dad, the kid that hates Is the kid that loves the mostDad is dead, when did it happen? Six a.m., said sheNew York time or California Did he ask for me?What did you say? Never mind, he died in his sleepGod is kind