Growing up I never knew why daddy was so depressed

He always paid his interest
But he never got out of debt

If I saw him now I guess I'd feel real old

I had my baby girl in a place of rock n' roll
Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

That's what everybody'd say

Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

Until he had me, and then he threw his dancing shoes away

I got a photograph of daddy but don't mean he's here

Lost behind a moustache and a tank top and a beer

Well I guess I get better too but nothing no one says is true
Dancing to a dancing beat, I call them daddy's happy feet call
Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

That's what everybody'd say

Oh Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

Until he had me, and then he threw his dancing shoes away

When I finally laid my cold and creaky bones to rest

I hope I'm not a mystery to those who knew me best

But if all my eulogies are all corny fantasies
I'll just put on my favorite groove cause that's what we would always do for
Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

That's what everybody'd say

Daddy, daddy was a real good dancer

Until he had me, and then he threw his dancing shoes away