�Now Daddy, I'll treat you right and promise never to fightIf you're lonely, come back to meWell, I work hard every day and you can have all of my painIf you're lonely, try and agreeWell, you can knock me down, knock me up, and even kick meOh, black both my eyes, but Daddy, please don't you kick meI will rub and scrub and eat the sudsIf you're lonely, come back to me, sweet PapaNow darling, when the rain turns to snow and it's 90 belowThat's when I'll come back to youWhen I'm hungry and I'm dying and I'm starving and there are no shoes on my feetThen I will cogitate over your veritabilityNow, you may have found some other catOh, I may agree to that, yes, but darling, you lost uranium mineA gold mine, a silver mine, a cobalt mine when you lost meNow, when boxcars are flying around and when blue turns to brownOh, well, then I might abandon the canyons in my mindAnd soar into the air with a squirming blither over you, darling. . .. . .