Father McKenna

He hates the game they're playing
Hard ball
He named his first son David
After a dog he never met

He looks his son right in the eyes
He worked so hard he nearly died
Years long gone
To correct his wrongs
He keeps the key inside his desk that opens up his mother's chest
David in his Sunday best brings him cheer

His friend will be there waiting, St. Paul
He never takes vacation
He's always on call

He looks his son right in the eyes
He worked so hard he nearly died
Years long gone
To correct his wrongs
He keeps the key inside his desk that opens up his mother's chest

Don't you want to rock it, Father McKenna?
Don't you want to lock it, Father McKenna?

Don't you want to rock it, Father McKenna?
Don't you want to lock it, Father McKenna?



Credits
Writer(s): Charley Ruegger, Jon Vick, Ross Medine, Will Donaway
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