Dad Bod Lyrics

The shades and sandals I've got on

Are from the Chevron summer line

I've had some toaster waffles

I'm feeling good and looking sorta fine

Not a cloud at 10 am

The sand is hot and so am I

Go tell everybody

It's time to shield your eyes, here comes my

Dad bod

Oh yeah, it's my dad bod

It ain't no hot rod

But you can drive it home today

And show your whole squad

And they can all shrug and nod

And say, well, that's odd

He looks kind of like a furry baby

Caught your mama staring

I nod and smile, Hasselhoff

I step into the glare and

Rip my t-shirt off and bust out my

Dad bod

Oh yeah, it's my dad bod

It ain't no Greek God

But baby, you can have my fig leaf

It's all I've got

It's only a dad bod

So take your best shot

And you can wrap your arms around it

Potato, potahto

Tomato, tomahto

Tecate, tequila, and

Carne asada

This body's a temple

It's only the finest

And when it's uncovered

The glory can be blinding

There's an hour of yoga

A walk to a diner

I know there's a six pack

It's somewhere, it's hiding

Hairy and husky

Describe but don't define me

I'm a well-oiled machine

But it's mostly sweat

Get a load of my dad bod

Oh yeah, it's my dad bod

It ain't no hot rod

It's my dad bod

It's my dad bod

It's my dad bod

It's my dad bod

It looks kind of like a furry baby