Dory Previn - With My Daddy In The Attic lyrics

Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba... With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic That is where My being wants to bed With the Mattress ticking showing And the tattered pillow slip And the pine Unpainted rafters overhead With the Door closed on my mama And my sibling competition And my Shirley Temple doll That truly cries And my essay on religion With the pasted paper stare Proving tangibly I'd won the second prize With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic That is where My dark attraction lies With his Madness on the nightstand Placed beside His loaded gun In the terrifying nearness Of his eyes With no Window spying neighbours And no Husbands in the future To intrude Upon our attic Past the stair Where we'll live on Peanut bu*ter Spread across a**orted crackers And he'll play His clarinet When I despair With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic Pa**ed the stair Where we'll live on Peanut bu*ter Spread across a**orted crackers And he'll play His clarinet When I despair Ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba... With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic Pa**ed the stair With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic With my Daddy in the attic Pa**ed the stair