Looking back I wondered
why Dad was always so cool,
Me so excited
Wondering was I a fool
Why is he just sat there
Looking up at me
What is all the fuss
In his eyes I could see
Me in my teens
Looking up to those
I thought were Gods too me
On about the footballers and the band's on tv
But my Dad you see in his fifties
Had seen it all before
Like the Beatles at number one
And Georgie Best scoring four
But never did he spoil for me
Because he had been there before
Now like my son and daughter
Thinking like generations before
But now what harm I say
At least I know the score
They are only doing
What has been done like generations before
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