I have a dear old daddy,<br />
For whom I nightly pray,<br />
He has a set of whiskers<br />
That are always in the way.<br />
<br />
Oh, they're always in the way,<br />
The cows eat them for hay,<br />
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,<br />
They're always in the way.<br />
<br />
Father had a strong back,<br />
Now it's all caved in,<br />
He stepped upon his whiskers<br />
And walked up to his chin.<br />
<br />
Oh, they're always in the way,<br />
The cows eat them for hay,<br />
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,<br />
They're always in the way.<br />
<br />
Father has a daughter,<br />
Her name is Ella Mae,<br />
She climbs up father's whiskers<br />
And braids them all the way.<br />
<br />
Oh, they're always in the way,<br />
The cows eat them for hay,<br />
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,<br />
They're always in the way.<br />
<br />
I have a dear old mother,<br />
She likes the whiskers, too,<br />
She uses them for dusting<br />
And cleaning out the flue.<br />
<br />
Oh, they're always in the way,<br />
The cows eat them for hay,<br />
They hide the dirt on Daddy's shirt,<br />
They're always in the way.