Father Figure Lyrics

Daddy's on the phone

With some woman I don't know

Mama's in the kitchen cooking on the stove

I've seen him call her twice before

Bite my tongue

Race to get the mail

From a county up in Vail

I know he's not the type to kiss and tell

Sending mom to paint her nails

Keep her young

While we all sing the washboard blues

You're at the motel getting ran through

Rode by saw your Mercedes Benz

Why fit the archetype of the Deep South?

Then kiss my mother with that mouth

Come home Mr. Marlboro Red

Heard her name was Anne

From the neighbors up ahead

I've seen her lipstick marked on my dad's hand

Now the town is whispering

Bite my tounge

Smelling of Perfume

Mom asks "what'd you do?"

Plate's go flying all across the room

Say farewell to honeymoon

Keep me young

While we all sing the washboard blues

You're at the motel getting ran through

Rode by saw your Mercedes Benz

Why fit the archetype of the Deep South?

Then kiss my mother with that mouth

Come home Mr. Marlboro Red

While we all sing the washboard blues

You're at the motel getting ran through

Rode by saw your Mercedes Benz

Why fit the archetype of the Deep South?

Then kiss my mother with that mouth

Come home Mr. Marlboro Red