I'm a lot like my dad

I would have to say

He's been wearing a beard ever since mum passed away

She would'a hated it

Inspiring, he likes to go to church

To hear the choir sing 'Roses and Bluejays'

Winner comes, game over

He's in the driveway removing snow with a flamethrower

Drives a hard bargain

Knows how to get the deals

Spring fever hits, he needs a new set of wheels

Every year it never fails

Roaming around in his hometown beach

Combing 'Roses and Bluejays'

I'm a lot like my father

He knows he should go to work 

But sometimes he doesn't bother

Reads books of every sort

Gets all the news he needs from the weather report

The door stays open a few days and closes

What's more important than Bluejays and Roses?



Son of a gun

The old man is something else

In addition to being a bull-fighter and magician

He's a lazy river, Slow moving train

Future hall-of-famer, playing through the pain

He's a Grizzly Bear

And do you know one time he even saw a UFO?

My dad's favorite things are Bluejays and Roses

I would say we're the same, in more than a few ways



Full of beans and big ideas

'Cause I can't sleep

I'm not sure why he is

Wide awake and off to the races

Out of gas and lost in space

So,

Full of beans and big ideas

'Cause I can't sleep

I'm not sure why he is

Wide awake and off to the races

Out of gas and lost in space