and I will tell you what we'll do
Undress yourself and get into bed
and a tale I'll tell to you
It's all about your daddy,
he's a man you seldom see
He's had to roam far away from home,
But remember, lad, he's still your dad,
though he's working far away
When you fall and hurt yourself
used to go a -runnin' for your dad
he's had to stay with you
He was signing on the pro
And he really earns his pay
Upon the side of England's motorway
Your daddy built a length of railway track
To buy the clothes upon your back
This motor highway buys the food,
but the wages soon are spent.
And though we have to live apart,
it helps to pay the rent.
But remember lad, he is still your dad,
and he's toiling every day.
But there's food to be had
and it's thanks to your dad
Sure we need your daddy here
and sure it would be fine
To have him workin' near home
and to see him all the time
But beggars can't be choosers
and we have to bear our load
For we need the money your daddy earns,
So remember that he is still your dad
and he'll soon be here to stay
For a week or two with me
and these built the motorway.
