Daughter Of A Haberdasher Lyrics

Father hems for him, but hems her into mohair

Reciting threaded hymns made daddy such a Huckster

Oh she's feeling oh so lousy

She looks so cute when she's pouting

Hang it! The boys are gawsy

She's forced to lie in tawdry

Oh father

Father's forming figure eights

Look he's forming figure eights

Securing seams of bitter hate

She was the daughter of a haberdasher

At arm's length, you know he never reached her

And every time the entry bells din

He pokes his finger with a sewing pin

A doover, a doodad, a watchamacallit

Daughter dear, You know he's got it

But he doesn't have you anymore

A lost scrap amidst the grandeur

A motif, she wants to be more

It's time to close the store

She flipped the sign and he locked the door

So, Who receives the ballyhoo

Breasts are double breasted suits

Lose the silly attitude

A noose, he is her button loop

Father's caress to a torso form

He never kept his daughter warm

She was the daughter of a haberdasher

And ever since her leaving, he pokes his finger with a pin