Well I guess this song 
Is a mixture 
Of my mother's wit 
And my father's temper 

Well you got your daddy's skin 
Me, well I got nothing 
But a pair of ugly feet 
That I'm behind in, yeah 
That I'm behind in 

And everything I do 
I'm a spitting image of you 
And everything I do 
I remind myself of you, yeah 
I remind myself of you 

One day my father will get his temper under control 
By then he'll be old and it won't matter any more 
It's gonna be so hard watching him grow old 
Oh but if I can't, well then honey we can't 
Move back to Seattle 
'Cuz I'll have to take care of him 

Everything I do 
I'm a spitting image of you 
And everything I do 
I remind myself of you, yeah 
I remind 
Everything I do (Everything I do) 
I'm a spitting image of you (I'm a spitting image of 
you) 
Yeah, and everything I do (Yeah, and everything I do) 
I remind myself of you (I remind myself of you) 
Yeah (yeah) 
Everything I do (Everything I do) 
I'm a spitting image of you (I'm a spitting image of 
you) 
Everything I do (Everything I do) 
I remind myself of you (I remind myself of you) 
Yeah (Yeah, myself of you) 
I remind myself of you 

Dad, I know I love you 
I know I love you 
I do 
Oh dad, I know I love you 
I really love you 
I do