Two, three, four!

Oh yeah, whatever I do
It never seems to be good enough, no
Since I've been going with you
Your daddy's been a little abrupt, oh

Because I've got no money, no qualifications
The singer in a group's not an occupation

It's really very plain to see
Your dad doesn't like me, your dad doesn't like me

Or is it maybe I'm leading you astray?
It's not a manner to which he is accustomed
But then perhaps that's not quite what certain old friends might say

Ah... go!

Oh, when I come by for you
If he says a thing, he's putting me down, yeah
He's sat in front of the news
Alluding to the wrong side of town, yeah

Because I've got no car, rented accommodation
I couldn't give the right wing a standing ovation

It's very difficult, you'd have to agree
It seems your daddy has really got it in for me
Oh yes, I think so

I'm no good for you
He wants me out of the way
And he might even just try to arrange it
Your dad doesn't like me, your dad doesn't like me

He knows some people
Should I get out of the way
Because your dad doesn't like me, your dad doesn't like me
What is a poor boy to do?