I haven't always been a single man,
And I haven't always lived up here.
Along with all these other single men,
With a ring around the bath, and a cigarette butt in my beer,
And I haven't always been a lonely man,
And I haven't always lived alone.
And you know I haven't always drunk this much,
But hey before you cut me down,
Just try standing in my shoes,
'Cause I don't have to hear one word of this no.
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On any other day,
I might care what you say,
But every Saturday is Father's Day.
You might call it sad,
You might call me mad,
But I've got one- who calls me Dad.
And all the other blokes that live up here,
Know how to leave a man alone.
They're not a bad old bunch that live up here,
Ah but you know that it's not family and it's not home.
What of a darlin' wife that once I had?
Well I'm pleased to say that she still talks to me.
But I try not to think of what went wrong,
'Cause if I say that I was right,
She might say that she was right,
And the only rights I care about are visiting rights yeah.
We go where he wants to go.
We do what he wants to do.
I tell him everything I know,
'Cause I'd do anything to prove,
Yeah I'd do anything to prove.