<b>Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!</b>
Oh, just tell me, daddy!
What can I do, daddy?
The girls at Kuwait University
Are smarter than the girls in Jersey City
You know what, daddy,
They have Mercedes cars
They have Rolls-Royce cars
They have Ferrari cars
But me, daddy, I have no cars!
Oh, daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
You know what, daddy,
Everything in my class
Is First Class!
You know what, daddy,
I saw a black girl
Wearing such a pearl
That even Joseph would be tempted by her!
And I won’t tell you, daddy,
About her gold and fur.
You know, daddy,
She’s a girl but they call her Sir!
Oh, daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
Where could I stand, daddy,
On this crazy land, daddy,
Among Parisian skirts
And Los Angeles jeans,
Amid snobbish flirts
Who know what money means?
Oh, daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
I just don’t know what makeup
I should wear when I wake up
’Cause the girls in my class
Look finer than the finest glass
When they sit around me, daddy!
Oh, daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
I wanna have a car
That no one’s driven so far;
I wanna have a dress
That would hit the national press;
I wanna have makeup
That would make the dead wake up;
I wanna have gold and pearls
That would make me the Queen of the girls!
Oh, daddy! Daddy! Daddy!
Do that for me, daddy!
Mohamed Ali LAGOUADER
Morocco
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