When I was only six months old,
And didn't have a clue.
My Daddy took good care of me,
He knew just what to do.
He taught me all the things in life,
A little girl should know,
Like how to ride my bicycle,
And don't eat yellow snow.
The years just start to disappear,
It really isn't fair,
Remembering how he used to be,
And now he has gray hair.
Now that I am forty-one,
I still don't have a clue.
That's why I need my Daddy,
To show me what to do.
