Go Ask Yer Dad

Sometimes, this life gives you the ball

But you hand it to the other side

What kind of man have I become?

Have I bottled up and sold my pride?

Well, you know me, I ain't been going nowhere

On my slight hypocritical trip

Well, you know me, I ain't going nowhere

No real need to flip

When it slip, slip, slips right away

Down the hatch

It slip, slip, slips right away

And soon you don't rate me

Sometimes, a girl shows you the ball

And then passes to the other side

What kind of woman would do that?

Did she get lost somewhere down the line?

Well, I know her, she ain't going nowhere

On her weak metaphysical kick

Well, I know her, she ain't going nowhere

I've no need to trip

When it slip, slip, slip right away

Down the hatch

It slip, slip, slips right away

And soon, you don't rate me

And I don't rate you

Sometimes, this life gives you a sign

But you're struck temporarily blind

What kind of man have I become?

Have I given up and lost my mind?

Well, you know me, I ain't going nowhere

On my slight hypocritical trip

Well, you know me, I ain't been going nowhere

So don't give me no lip

When it slip, slip, slip right away

Down the hatch

It slip, slip, slips right away

And soon, you don't rate me

But I won't hate you

I'll just remember how I used to make you laugh

I can remember how I used to make you laugh

You see the long train running

Whistle's blown just to make you feel lonely and sad

If you ain't believing, you better start retreating

Or soon you'll be a-bleeding, go ask your dad

Go ask him now