Each morning, he gets up,
Heaves a great big sigh.
He works so hard,
But wonders if it's all a big fat lie.

He works so hard,
All the way to the bone.
His hard earned pay,
Eaten by those living in his home.

He's finding himself slowly,
Going back to those golden days.
Of games and running free,
Away from the smoke and haze.

So unappreciated by all,
It's good old dad week.
Mom, brother, say thank you,
'Cos without your love, he'll turn into a sad old freak.