Home again and the streets are not much cleaner

And the quaint old south side scenery

Is quaint no more

Just older than before

Go up the stairs and down the hallway

To my daddy's door



Your son is home, Dad, and he's found a girl

And she's the greatest girl in all the world

I think you'll like her, Dad, I hope you do

But if you don't that's alright, too

What's new? Do you still work at the drugstore?

Is that true? Still polishing the same floor?

I missed my good old Dad

My but I'm glad to see you



Come and see us, Poppa, when you can

There'll always be a place for my old man

Just drop by when it's convenient to

Be sure and call before you do

So long Dad