Turning into someone's Dad
A lament to aging by Vic Lambrusco

I'm partial to some drum and bass
But rock and roll is better
And though I've got that e-mail thing
I still prefer a letter
So don't call me crass cos I'm still cool
Much more sussed than sad
And yet I can't escape the fact.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad

I shake my stuff out on the floor
But can't avoid the feeling
That a nice cup of tea and an early night
Seem somehow more appealing
I'm 'avvin it large, I'm in-yer-face
Mental, manic, mad
Apart from the awkward detail that.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad

I used to rail and rage and rant
And run around in haste
But now things don't go to my head
They just go to my waist
But I'm still savvy and sorted
I'm still one of the lads
As long as I ignore the fact.....
I'm turning into someone's Dad

(Inspired by, and dedicated to, Simon Monkhouse, 1954-2001)

» Also read: 'Zero Intolerance' by Vic Lambrusco



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