Dad Bod
The shades and sandals I've got on
Are from the Chevron summer line
I've had some toaster waffles
I'm feeling good and looking sorta fine
Not a cloud at 10 am
The sand is hot and so am I
Go tell everybody
It's time to shield your eyes, here comes my
Dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no hot rod
But you can drive it home today
And show your whole squad
And they can all shrug and nod
And say, well, that's odd
He looks kind of like a furry baby
Caught your mama staring
I nod and smile, Hasselhoff
I step into the glare and
Rip my t-shirt off and bust out my
Dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no Greek God
But baby, you can have my fig leaf
It's all I've got
It's only a dad bod
So take your best shot
And you can wrap your arms around it
Potato, potahto
Tomato, tomahto
Tecate, tequila, and
Carne asada
This body's a temple
It's only the finest
And when it's uncovered
The glory can be blinding
There's an hour of yoga
A walk to a diner
I know there's a six pack
It's somewhere, it's hiding
Hairy and husky
Describe but don't define me
I'm a well-oiled machine
But it's mostly sweat
Get a load of my dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no hot rod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It looks kind of like a furry baby
Are from the Chevron summer line
I've had some toaster waffles
I'm feeling good and looking sorta fine
Not a cloud at 10 am
The sand is hot and so am I
Go tell everybody
It's time to shield your eyes, here comes my
Dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no hot rod
But you can drive it home today
And show your whole squad
And they can all shrug and nod
And say, well, that's odd
He looks kind of like a furry baby
Caught your mama staring
I nod and smile, Hasselhoff
I step into the glare and
Rip my t-shirt off and bust out my
Dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no Greek God
But baby, you can have my fig leaf
It's all I've got
It's only a dad bod
So take your best shot
And you can wrap your arms around it
Potato, potahto
Tomato, tomahto
Tecate, tequila, and
Carne asada
This body's a temple
It's only the finest
And when it's uncovered
The glory can be blinding
There's an hour of yoga
A walk to a diner
I know there's a six pack
It's somewhere, it's hiding
Hairy and husky
Describe but don't define me
I'm a well-oiled machine
But it's mostly sweat
Get a load of my dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no hot rod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It looks kind of like a furry baby
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Griffin Lee
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