The Happy House

Daddy,
I’m chilling at
the happy house.

Daddy,
I’m chilling at
the happy house,
and you’re not here.

There’s sweet times
with a strong lady
and a knitted family.
There’s barbecues with a son,
fast balls, and bales of fun.
There’s talks about the birds and the bees,
sitting under a shady tree.
And the wine is red all the time
when you treat your woman right,
when you love your family keen.

Oh! Ain’t it sweet, Daddy.
Oh! Ain’t it sweet.

But you’re not here, Daddy.
You’re not here.

I’m chilling at
the happy house.
Oh, ain’t it sweet.
I’m chilling at
The happy house,
and you’re not here.