Year was 19 1980 1985
Me and my Dad (he's the only one I had),
We were driving beside beside the ocean
That man he would not swim
Very few things kept him afloat
He like to listen to the AB to the ABC,
And their words became like our moat
Like a freight-train, like a board-game,
My Dad he takes his time, says "All will be fine"
On the AB on the ABC every Sat-dee afternoon,
They'd play Goon Show Goon Show repeats
The Old Man, he laughs like a loon
We kept driving, did some business;
He saw his locksmith and we moved on,
Rolling like the wind down past Brighton
Pretty soon we struck home
Like a freight-train, like a board-game,
My Dad he takes his time, says "All will be fine"
He cooks meatloaf My Dad cooks meatloaf,
A mean chop-suey and scones
And on the weekend, the old man rules the kitchen
He's got the ABC constantly on
His tastes are fairly plain; he's not so big on the gourmet,
Though he does top his pizzas with jam
He never feels the need to say much
His love lives in the simple stuff
My Dad's an ordinary man
Like a freight-train, like a board-game,
My Dad he takes his time, says "All will be fine"