growing up i never knew why daddy was so depressed he always paid his interest but he never got out of debt if i saw him now i guess i d feel real old i d hand him my baby girl and play some rock n roll because daddy daddy was a real good dancer that s what everybody d say daddy daddy was a real good dancer until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away i got a photograph of daddy but that don t mean he s here lost behind a mustache and a tank top and a beer i guess i get down too when nothing no one says is true then dancing to a distant beat i call them daddy s happy feet because daddy daddy was a real good dancer that s what everybody d say daddy daddy was a real good dancer until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away when he finally laid my cold and creaky bones to rest i hope i m not a mystery to those who knew me best but if all my eulogies are all corny fantasies just put on my favorite groove because that s what you would always do  because daddy daddy was a real good dancer that s what everybody d say daddy daddy was a real good dancer until he had me and then he threw his dancing shoes away1