by Master Fiskr Hamondsen (to the tune of My Mother's Savage Daughter)
*Chorus*
I am my daughter's savage father The one who leaves boyfriends dead in the yard I am my daughter's savage father You will not touch her there, I will not lower my gun.
Some fathers stay calm and collected They don't rant and rave or punch holes in the walls I am not like that I give you fair warning If you touch her there I will cut off your
I realize that she's twenty-seven And that she's full grown, that is a surprise But in my mind she is still a young virgin There are some things fathers just don't analyze
A young man came and courted my daughter And then he took her away from me She was so happy I could not naysay her But now I am so very lonely
I was my daughter's savage father The one who left boyfriends dead in the yard I was my daughter's savage father But he touched her there * place hand on heart * Now I have lowered my gun
But wait !!
Now I'm my granddaughter's savage grandfather The one who bounces her high on his knee I am my granddaughter's savage grandfather * goofy grin * Isn't she just the cutest thing you ever did see?
* walks off whistling tune *