Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba...

With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
That is where
My being wants to bed
With the
Mattress ticking showing
And the tattered pillow slip
And the pine
Unpainted rafters overhead
With the
Door closed on my mama
And my sibling competition
And my Shirley Temple doll
That truly cries
And my essay on religion
With the pasted paper stare
Proving tangibly
I’d won the second prize
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
That is where
My dark attraction lies
With his
Madness on the nightstand
Placed beside
His loaded gun
In the terrifying nearness
Of his eyes
With no
Window spying neighbours
And no
Husbands in the future
To intrude
Upon our attic
Past the stair
Where we’ll live on
Peanut butter
Spread across assorted crackers
And he’ll play
His clarinet
When I despair
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
Where we’ll live on
Peanut butter
Spread across assorted crackers
And he’ll play
His clarinet
When I despair

Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba...

With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair