BUDDY
A dad who's a million miles away
When he meets me, who knows what he'll see
But deep down I know I shouldn't be afraid
'Cause he's bound to be a lot like me

And we'll make angels in the snow
Till the snow begins to blow
Then we'll run inside and start a tickle fight
And if it's too cold to sled
We'll eat gingerbread instead
And then cuddle till he tucks me in at night

And we'll have our pictures taken
For the Christmas cards we're makin'
Him and me in suits of matching plaid

And when people see us walking
They'll be google-eyed and gawking
At buddy and the world's
Greatest dad

MR. NARWHAL
Bye, Buddy. Hope you find your Dad

BUDDY
Thanks, Mr. Narwhal.

We'll spend mornings holding hands
Holding hands and making plans
On whether to play jacks or kick-the-can

Then for lunch a gingersnap
And a nap to fill the gap
Before building forts and playing superman

And if his back gives him a spasm
Well, every good dad has 'em
I'll bring him cocoa and a heating pad

It's a scene inside a snow globe
It's a very apropos globe
Just buddy and the world's
Greatest dad

(BUDDY arrives in New York.)

We'll share a whole fruit cake slice by slice
Making sure not one single crumb drops
And if I were to say, “I'm in a Christmas play”
He wouldn't miss it for a million gumdrops

When I fall and scrape my knee
He'll kiss that knee for me
And make that booboo better in a jiff

And if I should get a cold
Or just allergies from mold
He'll gazoontite me with his own handkerchief

And if ever thing turn gloomful
I'll know that there's a roomful
Of hugs and jokes to make it seem less bad

I can't hide my admiration
For that perfect combination
Of buddy and the world's
Greatest dad

So I'm gonna try my best to be
Everything he'd expect of me
And I promise that I won't stop
Until I'm done
So some day you can say I'm the world's greatest son