When all your good intentions just leave you feeling old
And your latest inventions have all left you feeling cold
Well its then the gypsy says, “come on over man, have no fear”
She says, “Daddy died last year
And I wish he were here”
So all your grand ambitions, they're doing what they're told
Down at the bottom of the river where the old white fingers go
They say the women dug this river
They filled it with their tears
And Daddy died last year
Well I wish he were here
So if you want to see me, I'm at the bottom of the stair
It's the place where no one looks for me, it's the place where no one dares
And if you think the times have been changing, it's anywhere but here
See, Daddy died last year
And I wish he were here
So the Congressmen and the concubines, they're all happy in their cage
And the women who surround them, 5hey're are all cute and under-age
At least we'll be remembered, screaming “Revolution's near!”
And daddy died last year
Well I wish he were here
So the lawyers come bleeding me, with papa's old harpoon
They hold it in a glove made of this barren woman's womb
She says she wants my bones to decorate his tomb
See, Daddy died last year
And I wish he were here
Oh, Daddy died last year
And I wish he were here
Daddy died last year
And I wish he were here
