My Daddy, he don't know me

but he works there in the city.

He's a big successful lawyer

makin' money by the plenty.

I see him every mornin'

as he rushes out the door,

talkin' to his tape recorder

makin' notes there by the score.

He never comes to see me

as I struggle to play ball.

I miss more than I ever hit

and I rarely catch the ball.

No one wants me on their team

'cause coordinated ... I'm not.

And my Dad .. he don't love me,

But if I want it, yeah, it's bought.

My friends, they say I'm lucky

'cause I got all these things brand new,

And I'm afraid to tell them

But, I really wish they knew.

That, all I really want to have

is my Dad here by my side,

To see me play a game or two

with his heart so full of pride.

Even though I don't paly well

and I swing and miss a lot;

He'd be there just to cheer me on

'stead of hearing, "Your Dad forgot".

He don't even know me,

'cause he's always in his work.

He never says he loves me . . .

That really hurts.