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I haven't always been a single man
And I haven't always lived up here
Along with all these other single men
With a ring around the bath and a cigarette butt in my beer
And I haven't always been a lonely man
And I haven't always lived alone
And you know I haven't always drunk this much
But, hey before you cut me down
Just try standing in my shoes
'Cause I don't have to hear one word of this, no
On any other day
I might care what you say
But every Saturday is Father's Day
And you might call it "sad"
You might call me "mad"
But I've got one who calls me "Dad"
And all the other blokes who live up here
Know how to leave a man alone
They're not a bad ol' bunch who live up here
Ah, but you know that it's not family, it's not home
What of the darling wife that once I had?
Well I'm pleased to say that she still talks to me
But I try not to think of what went wrong (What went wrong?)
'Cause if I state that I was right
She might say that she was right
And the only rights I care about are visiting rights, yeah
On any other day
I might care what you say
But every Saturday is Father's Day
You might call it "sad"
You might call me "mad"
But I've got a one who calls me "Dad"
We go where he wants to go
We do what he wants to do
I tell him everything I know
'Cause I'd do anything to prove
Yeah, I'd do anything to prove
That every Saturday
I will do just what he says
'Cause every single Saturday is Father's Day
And you might call it "sad"
You might call me "mad"
But it don't feel so bad, when he calls me
You might call it "sad"
You might call me "mad"
But it don't feel half bad, when he calls me
You might call it "sad"
You might call me "mad"
But God I feel so great, when he calls me "Dad"
Yeah, he calls me "Dad"
I haven't always been a single man
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