Hey, Skeeter Skeeter
You’re my guy Skeeter Skeeter.
Hey Skeeter Skeeter
You’re my dad.
Hey, Skeeter Skeeter
You just couldn’t be neater.
Hey Skeeter Skeeter
Hey Skeeter Skeeter
You’re my dad
I fell to the floor
Stupidity’s whore
You picked me up
And you didn’t ask why
If I haven’t shown you
Or done near enough
To tell you I love you
Admire you
Look up to you.
Well …
Hey Skeeter Skeeter
You’re my dad.
Hey, Skeeter Skeeter
You just couldn’t be neater.
Hey Skeeter Skeeter
Hey Skeeter Skeeter
You’re my dad
Fathers and sons
Often find the true expression
Of their feelings to be challenging at best
Movies have been written
And songs have been sung that
Tell us that it shouldn’t be so
Why, then, does my voice catch
Whenever I want to say
“I love you, dad, my dad
Dear dad.”
Hey, Skeeter, Skeeter
Hey, Skeeter, Skeeter
Hey, Skeeter, Skeeter
You’re my dad
In the past when I’ve fallen
You’ve rescued me
Without passing judgment
Or looking askance.
Now I want to tell you that
Ev’ry cool thing
I do
Is partly for you
credits
released September 29, 2009
Bob Ritchie: vocals, guitars, bass, arrangements, sequencing
Computer: sequences