Daddy Disaster
He lives in a house that's all lopsided
Where the chores aren't done and the drawers aren't tidied
His car is wrecked and his driving's reckless
His favourite outfit is his breakfast
How did he get to become a father?
Ladies and Gentlemen, it's Daddy Disaster
The hand he lends is crammed with thumbs
One job to do's too much at once
Who broke the bath? Do you have to ask?
Can he fix it? No, he can't!
If you want to make a mess then meet the master
Welcome to the world of Daddy Disaster
Who cut himself on a pencil sharpener?
Coloured his face in florescent marker?
Set his hair on fire with a harmless sparkler?
Sat his bottom down on a wet banana?
Yes, you must've guessed the answer
Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s Daddy Disaster
Proud Mum
Hey, Mum, look at me. I’m on top of the world
I’ve climbed up so high and I hope that you’re proud
I can walk, I can talk, I can skip, I can bounce
I can draw, I can read, I can write, I can count
I can swim, I can swing, I can sing, I can smile
I’m the boss, I can floss. Oh, look at my style
I’m one smart, happy-hearted, cool cartwheeling kid
Hey, Mum! Look at me. See what you did!