Who is half responsible

For this life I call my own?

It is my father, Mr. Jim,

If it must be known.

When I was just a little girl

He brought me toys from work

He traveled every day

To the city of New York

I went with him one day

On the train in my blue dress

I tried the newest toys

Coleco was the best

Many nights back then

Daddy came home late

He was working very hard

To keep food on my plate

Then one day he stayed home

And left the house no more

Even when we pushed him

He would not go out the door

It was fun to have a Dad

Who was always there

When I came home from school

I’d sit on his green chair

I sat up really high

And watched him make a doll

A phone, a car, a Batmobile.

And while he worked, I played

With his tools and our cats

I sanded down his table

He didn’t really like that

But he liked my company

And I would help him out

I’d give him new ideas

And sometimes made him shout

It was great to have a Dad

Who was home all the time

He picked me up from school

And didn’t charge a dime

He watched me make new friends

Some girls and lots of boys

They all thought he was awesome

‘Cause he made the coolest toys

Every year I grew up

He grew a little too

The games became less frequent

We had too much much stuff to do

We both had lots of work

And didn’t see each other much

I was always out

So we began to lose touch

We still had some time though

He waited up for me

Whenever I came home

Our words were short and sweet

About the show we saw

The race, the chase, the scene

A run in with the law

The subject didn’t matter

Because we understood

We got along in a way

That others never could

Now I’ve gone away to school

Where everything is scary and new

But I am safe and won’t forget

The things that are inside of me

The part of me that’s you.