by Dean Friedman
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Saturday Fathers never win.
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They're punished each day of their lives for their horrible sin.
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They carry your picture. They show it to all their friends.
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Daddy I know this isn't fair. But how can you love someone and not be there?
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Scooter, I can't come out and play.
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My daddy's coming today.
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He's taking us all away.
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Listen, he's gonna be here soon.
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I'll wait all afternoon.
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My daddy's coming it's Saturday.
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Saturday Fathers ache at the thought.
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Their children's affection can be easily bought.
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They take you to the park and they watch you grown.
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Daddy I wish to god I knew. How come I try so hard to be not like you?
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Scooter, I can't come out and play.
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My daddy's coming today.
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He's taking us all away.
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Listen, he's gonna be here soon.
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I'll wait all afternoon.
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My daddy's coming it's Saturday.
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Saturday children have no say.
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You tear out their guts and they grow up anyway.
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And the awful demands you make on our loyalty.
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Daddy it's stuck inside my soul. How you make a choice like that and still be whole?
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Scooter, I can't come out and play.
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My daddy's coming today.
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He's taking us all away.
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Listen, he's gonna be here soon.
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I'll wait all afternoon.
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My daddy's coming it's Saturday.
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Saturday, Saturday¡¦
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Saturday Fathers
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| Dean Friedman |
