Martin Rivas Meet Your Father
I wanna meet your father
I wanna be his friend
I wanna play guitars and light cigars and laugh and then
I'll ask all about you and hope that my questions won't offend
I wanna meet your father
I wanna be his friend
I wanna meet your father
I wanna drive his van
I wanna skip the highways, ride every byway that we can
I hope that I'll see in his eyes that he really understands
I wanna meet your father
But first I'm gonna wash his van
Will he let me in?
Will he kick me out?
Will he send me running off and end this with a shout?
Does he know his daughter's all I ever dream about?
Will he still cast all my hopes into mind-crushing heart-breaking serious doubt?
Will he let me in?
Will he kick me out?
Will he send me running off and end this with a shout?
Does he have any clue his daughter's all I ever dream about?
Will he still cast all my hopes into doubt?
I wanna meet your father
I have a lot to say
I wanna be around while he's around, not when he's away
And into my hand he will place your sweet hand, what a day
I wanna meet your father
I wanna be his friend
