On a lovely Pentecost Monday
On a beautiful Pentecost Monday
If it could just be managed
I would be strolling with my little daughter hand in hand in the little parkie in the sun
Went picking daisies
Feeding ducks
Forever
Look at that, your dress gets wet
your little hands dirty
And daddy angry
Father was a beautiful hero
Father was the boss
Father was a clear mixture of
Our dear Lord and St Nicolas
Are you afraid of the little doggie
Doggie does not bite
Daddy says that he not bite
On a beautiful Pentecost day
With the little girl
When the little child grows up
Little rose in bud
You'd like to tell all the boys:
hands off and get the hell out
Do you have that too sir
Yes, sir
Just like everybody
On a beautiful Pentecost day
She leaves you alone
Tomorrow she can be pregnant
It is possible today
It can be from the paperhanger
or from a French singer
or from somebody from The Hague
Father can go beg, plead
And go preach
Till he sees blue (purple)
Father says: look out my child
That doggie bites
She does not listen
Father is a hypocrite
Father is a zero
Father is only there for the money
and the rest is nonsense
I wish that I could once
with my daughter
hand in hand could walk
On a beautiful Pentecost day
Together in the sun