Up at 6 so he can use the can
He’s living in a house as the only man
Living with 3 girls is hard I say
Someone’s PMS-ing every day
Daddy my car makes an awful sound!
Checks the oil – 3 quarts down
Meet my boyfriend he’s such a slob
Cut your hair - Get a job!
Ask him if this outfit looks fat
He better think twice before he answers that
Living with 3 girls is a lot of stress
A thousand dollars for a prom dress?!
Dad I need shoes or I’ll just die!
Take the cash - he just sighs
Can I have money to go to the mall?
Bring back change? - I spent it all!
Living with 3 girls, is a big time strain
Gags on clouds of perfume and a hair clogged drain
Living with 3 girls is a trying time
Gives them shiny nickels but they spend his dimes
Living with 3 girls, each and every day
How could anybody ever live this way?
Living with 3 girls, is the song I sing
But he wouldn’t trade his girls for anything
(Except maybe some Leinie’s…or Capone’s…new fire truck?)
*This song is dedicated to dads who raised daughters and was written by Rick, GatS Honorary Roadie.*