Jeff Weston - Dad Bod

I look in the mirror
And what do I see there
A shiny forehead
A random nose hair

Got me a spare tire
And I got love handles
I'm wearing track pants
And massage sandals

I'm not too bad-looking
But I'll admit that
I'm not gay, but if I was
I wouldn't hit that

Dad bod
I'm really letting myself go
Dad bod
I'm twice the man I used to know
Dad bod
I'm stuck with two ungrateful kids
Dad bod
My married life is on the skids

I need a routine
I need a makeover
This is a crisis
A hostile takeover

I'll get a haircut
I'll get a gym pass
A pair of cool jeans
To hide my flat ass

I'm gonna say goodbye to
This middle-aged dud
My wife will think she's sleeping
With Paul Rudd

Dad bod
I'm really letting myself go
Dad bod
I'm twice the man I used to know
Dad bod
I'm stuck with two ungrateful kids
Dad bod
My married life is on the skids

Who am I kidding
What am I thinking
Why aren't I sleeping
Why am I drinking

(And you may ask yourself)
How did I get here
Working by the hour
Driving in a Honda
Hiding in the shower

Maybe I should just give up
And accept my fate
My kids are getting straight B's
And my wife is still a solid eight

Ambition kills you and
Vanity's a curse
Things could be better
But things could be worse

Dad bod
I'm gonna just let myself go
Dad bod
Just like the other dads we know
Dad bod
So sit your mom bod close to me
Dad bod
We'll drink some wine and watch TV

Written by:
Paul Bernasconi

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