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Daddy’s Whiskers


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I have a dear old Daddy for whom I daily pray. He has a set of whiskers that’s always in the way. And when we’re at the table in a family group, My dear old Daddy’s whiskers are always in the soup. Oh they’re always in the way. (2X) My mother eats them in her sleep. She thinks she’s eating shredded wheat. They’re always in the way. (CHORUS) The cows eat them for hay. They hide the dirt in Daddy’s shirt. They’re always in the way. I have a dear old Daddy (etc.) And when he’s in an airplane flying all around, My dear old Daddy’s whiskers keep dragging on the ground. I have a dear old Daddy (etc.) And when we go out driving in our Ford Machine, We use our Daddy’s whiskers to strain the gasoline. I have a dear old Daddy (etc.) And when we go out swimming, no bathing trunks for him, He wraps his whiskers round his waist and gaily plunges in. I have a dear old Daddy (etc.) And when we go out hiking he hides them in his vest, Or else the birdies in the woods would use it for a nest.

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