the lament of the aging father

song for the 2 year old who tried to chat up my 21 month old daughter in the supermarket this afternoon

(with thanks to James Blunt)

My life is brilliant.

Your life is silly and
Your love is poor.
You saw an angel.
Of that I’m sure.
She smiled at you on the trolley.
She was with another man.
So don’t lose no sleep on that,
‘Cause I’ve got a plan.

She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
She’s beautiful, it’s true.
You saw her face in a crowded place,
And I know what I must do,
‘Cause she’ll never be with you (or anyone else until she’s as least 35 years old).

Yeah, she caught your eye,
But just walk on by.
You should see from my face that I was,
not a happy guy.
And I don’t think that you’ll see her again,
‘Cos she’ll stay with her papa right till the end.


She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
She’s beautiful, it’s true.
You saw her face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause she might just like you too (or some other guy between now and her 35th birthday).

She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
She’s beautiful, it’s true.
To me she’s an angel with a smile on her face,
I can’t bear that she should be with you (or anyone else, for that matter).
But it’s time to face the truth,
It won’t be me, but you.

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8 comments on “the lament of the aging father

  1. Your daughter is beautiful.

    I love the off-the-shoulder Pebbles Flintstone look in the top one. But perhaps it is a bit too provocative. I mean, even 2-year-old guys are only human!

  2. Now now. There’s no need to keep her locked in the house until 35. How will you enjoy your retirement then?

    What you need to do is arrange a marriage, as early as the local laws permit, to a 35-year old successful businessman and landowner who wants to produce an heir. That’s the old fashioned way.

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