By the flickering light of a telly
In a home just like hundreds you’ve seen
Watching a show by Cliff Richard
Sat a little girl glued to the screen
Kids can be cruel there’s no question
They say things you’d rather ignore
And this little girl started singing
As her poor daddy came through the door.
Chorus:
Why don’t you look like Cliff Richard?
Lean, lithe and coiled like a spring
You’re the same age as Cliff Richard
But daddy you can’t even sing!
“Once,” said the little girl’s daddy
“Cliff and I were like peas in a pod
But he got the breaks that were going
While I ended up with a hod
Don’t ever think I’m complaining
Cos Cliff looks much younger each night
Has he ever carry bricks when it’s raining?
Or squelched through the mud on a site!”
Chorus:
This little girl though for a moment
She knew that he dad was sincere
So she climbed on his knees and she kissed him
And whispered so no one would hear
Chorus:
This daddy he went on a diet
He jogged twenty miles every week
He cut out the pies and the pasties
‘Til he looked much younger and sleek
Then back from the shop with his parcels
Of clothes of immaculate choice
His little girl thought he looked lovely
So she said at the top of her voice
Last chorus:
Dad you look just like Cliff Richard
Lean lithe and coiled like a spring
You’re the same age as Cliff Richard
But daddy - you still cannot sing!
