You were a substandard dad, but the only one I had.

I grew up hearing your evil scheming down the hall.

But when I look at this thing, it makes me wanna sing.

Maybe you're not so bad a dad after all.

At my first ever swim-meet you stept on the other team's feet,

at my recital you klapt louder than you should.

But when you tought me how to drive, we actually made it home alive. I guess it's possible not every part of you isn't good.

I know at times I would cringe, like when you wore off that fringe, and when you went out of your way to catch that foul ball.

But this piece of plastic in my hand makes me finally understand maybe you're not so bad a dad, not so bad a dád after all.

You were a substandard dad, but the only one I had.

I grew up hearing your evil scheming down the hall.

But this piece of plastic in my hand makes me finally understand maybe