I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you

I miss you so far And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard Way down, way down, way down, way down Walk the dead In a solitary style and crash the cemetery gates In the dress your husband hates