Homage to My Dad and the Abc

Year was 19, 1980, 1985
Me and my dad
(He's the only one I had)
We were driving beside, beside the ocean
That man he would not swim
Very few things kept him afloat
He liked to listen to the AB, to the ABC
And their words became like our moat
Like a freight train, like a board game
My dad he takes his time, says, «All will be fine»
On the AB, on the ABC every Sat-dee afternoon
They’d play Goon Show, Goon Show repeats
The Old Man, he laughs like a loon
We kept driving, did some business
He saw his locksmith and we moved on
Rolling like the wind down past Brighton
Pretty soon we struck home
Like a freight train, like a board game
My dad he takes his time, says, «All will be fine»
He cooks meatloaf, my dad cooks meatloaf
A mean chopsuey and scones
And on the weekend, the old man rules the kitchen
He’s got the ABC constantly on
His tastes are fairly plain, he’s not so big on the gourmet
Though he does top his pizzas with jam
He never feels the need to say much
His love lives in the simple stuff, my dad’s an ordinary man
Like a freight train, like a board game
My dad he takes his time, says, «All will be fine»