| Dirty hands, dirty faces, what am I gonna do about you |
| You’ve been out playing in those forbidden places |
| So run along and wash 'em up |
| Your supper’s getting cool |
| Hurry up, slow down, how can you be so clumsy |
| Didn’t you see it standing there |
| Go on now answer me before I get angry |
| And go to your room and shut the door and see if I care |
| Yes but someday, when we’re standing eye to eye |
| And your trucks and your guns are all behind |
| Well I hope you’ll be more kind and understanding with your daddy |
| Than I was with mine |
| The day to day, it slips away, you’re in diapers and then you’re dancing |
| And the music that you hear is not for me |
| Sometimes I forget about the things that really matter |
| I’m holding tighter, you’re running faster, as you struggle to be free |
| Yes but someday, when we’re standing eye to eye |
| And your trucks and your guns are all behind |
| Well I hope you’ll be more kind and understanding with your daddy |
| Than I was with mine |
| So on your way, my little one |
| You’ve got some dreams to find |
| Still I hope you’ll be more kind and understanding with your daddy |
| Than I was with mine |