Psycho Dad Songtext
von Frickin’ A

Hey, her dad is six foot three
He never really cared for me
I went to pick her up
And he was cleaning out his gun
He asked her where we were going
"First the party, and maybe bowling"
Have her home by midnight boy

He′s so controlling
I really, really like this girl
And I, I want her so bad
But I don't really think that I can deal with

Psycho Dad

And I can picture


Driving home after school
Sneaking up, up into her room
And making out on her bed
We talk about it on the phone
Can′t find a way to be alone
He's always there and always mad
He freaks me out
Psycho Dad

Back seat of my car
Laying underneath the stars
She ran her fingers through my hair
Love was in the air

And as I charmed her in my Pinto
I heard a knock on my window
There he was in boxer shorts
Pissed from head to toe

I didn't even get my hands
And I′m fucking in the cookie jar
I didn′t even know he had a GPS on my car

Driving home after school
Sneaking up, up into her room
And making out on her bed
We talk about it on the phone
Can't find a way to be alone
He′s always there and always mad
He freaks me out
Psycho Dad


I had a dream
We were in the shower
And my hand was on her
Arm
Worst dream I ever had
In walks the Psycho Dad
Oh no, I hope, I don't
Drop the soap

Driving home after school
Sneaking up into her room
And making out on her bed
She′s been teasing me on the net
About the things I'll never get
′Cause he's always there, always mad
We talk about it on the phone

Can't find a way to, ah
Be alone, be alone, be alone
He freaks me out, freaks me out
Psycho Dad

Psycho Dad
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Psycho Dad