Daddy`s Money (1996) Lyrics

Daddy`s Money (1996) lyrics

Cant concentrate on the preacher preaching

 My attention span done turned off

 Im honed in on that angel singing up there in the choir loft

 Shes got her daddys money, her mommys good looks

 More laughs than a stack of comic books

 A wild imagination, a college education

 Add it all up its a deadly combination

 Shes a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green

 Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks

 And look whos looking at me

 

 Her second cousin was my third grade teacher

 I used to cut her grandmas grass

 Back then she was nothing but knees and elbows

 Golly did she grow up fast

 Shes got her daddys money, her mommys good looks

 More laughs than a stack of comic books

 A wild imagination, a college education

 Add it all up its a deadly combination

 Shes a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green

 Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks

 And look whos looking at me

 

 Lord if you got any miracles handy

 Maybe you could grant me one

 Just let me walk down the isle and say I do

 To that angel with the choir robe on

 Shes got her daddys money, her mommys good looks

 More laughs than a stack of comic books

 A wild imagination, a college education

 Add it all up its a deadly combination

 Shes a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser as country as a turnip green

 Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks

 And look whos looking at me

 Shes got her daddys money, her mamas good looks

 And shes looking at me