Daddy’s Girl
Don't believe a word of my mother
Interfering pain in the can
Burning up with unspoken envy
I got me a bona fide man (don't change the subject!)
She and Daddy don't have relations
Separate rooms with double-locked doors
S-E-X for her and her eunuch
Stopped at the Punic Wars
I'm my daddy's girl
Chip off the old man's block
Yes, my daddy's girl
Proper and prim as Plymouth Rock
Take off that lipstick
Wash off that perfume
How dare you wear high heels?
As my daddy's girl
I'm impassioned by
Good, old-fashioned ideals
Father will be home soon enough
Talk to him, Joe
Why?
Why, because he's willing to cover for you?
Because he loves me!
Because he isn't competing
Mother has a yen for the spotlight
Daddy disapproves of the stage
Never get your name in the papers
Except for the nuptial page (now Edie, I -)
Modulate your voice to a whisper
Always hide your sexual side (that's enough!)
As for getting drunk in that frat-house (what?)
Father O'Hanlan lied!
I'm my daddy's girl (what frathouse?)
Virginal as a saint
That's my daddy's girl (Father O'Hanlan?)
Model of utter self-restraint
Insinuations, false accusations
Slander from Harvard boys (who?!)
On a daddy's girl
I ignore 'em with charm, decorum and poise
Edie
Before he gets married
There are certain things that a guy's gotta know!
I'm a good girl!
A Miss Porter's girl!
All American apple pie
Catholic as the Pope's right eye
In here, Joe
My heart, Joe
I'm pure
Maybe not like the driven snow
All the same, next to some I know
Girls who smoke and read Fanny Hill
Well, I was reading de Tocqueville
Listen to reason
Let's not be immature
Honestly, Joe
I thought you said that you were sure
I know what I said
I'm his daughter, Joe
Not hers
I want to believe you-
Believe me!
Believe Daddy!
He'll make it right, I know he will
Over a nice Scotch, or a Cuban cigar
You'll see!
Edie, I just-
Please!
All right
All right, one whiskey
In his study
Tell him only what you know about me, Daddy
Not what you don't
I'm my daddy's girl
Used to his stony glares
And I know deep down
He's just critical 'cause he cares
"Go find a husband!"
"Don't waste your life on talent you have none of"
How can any man
Even Joe
Match the gift of a father's love?
Interfering pain in the can
Burning up with unspoken envy
I got me a bona fide man (don't change the subject!)
She and Daddy don't have relations
Separate rooms with double-locked doors
S-E-X for her and her eunuch
Stopped at the Punic Wars
I'm my daddy's girl
Chip off the old man's block
Yes, my daddy's girl
Proper and prim as Plymouth Rock
Take off that lipstick
Wash off that perfume
How dare you wear high heels?
As my daddy's girl
I'm impassioned by
Good, old-fashioned ideals
Father will be home soon enough
Talk to him, Joe
Why?
Why, because he's willing to cover for you?
Because he loves me!
Because he isn't competing
Mother has a yen for the spotlight
Daddy disapproves of the stage
Never get your name in the papers
Except for the nuptial page (now Edie, I -)
Modulate your voice to a whisper
Always hide your sexual side (that's enough!)
As for getting drunk in that frat-house (what?)
Father O'Hanlan lied!
I'm my daddy's girl (what frathouse?)
Virginal as a saint
That's my daddy's girl (Father O'Hanlan?)
Model of utter self-restraint
Insinuations, false accusations
Slander from Harvard boys (who?!)
On a daddy's girl
I ignore 'em with charm, decorum and poise
Edie
Before he gets married
There are certain things that a guy's gotta know!
I'm a good girl!
A Miss Porter's girl!
All American apple pie
Catholic as the Pope's right eye
In here, Joe
My heart, Joe
I'm pure
Maybe not like the driven snow
All the same, next to some I know
Girls who smoke and read Fanny Hill
Well, I was reading de Tocqueville
Listen to reason
Let's not be immature
Honestly, Joe
I thought you said that you were sure
I know what I said
I'm his daughter, Joe
Not hers
I want to believe you-
Believe me!
Believe Daddy!
He'll make it right, I know he will
Over a nice Scotch, or a Cuban cigar
You'll see!
Edie, I just-
Please!
All right
All right, one whiskey
In his study
Tell him only what you know about me, Daddy
Not what you don't
I'm my daddy's girl
Used to his stony glares
And I know deep down
He's just critical 'cause he cares
"Go find a husband!"
"Don't waste your life on talent you have none of"
How can any man
Even Joe
Match the gift of a father's love?
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Writer(s): Scott Frankel, Michael Korie
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