Dirty Hands

Dirty Hands - Michael Johnson

Dirty hands dirty faces

What am I gonna do about you

You've been out playing in those forbidden places

So run along and wash 'em up

Your supper's getting cool

Hurry up slow down how can you be so clumsy

Didn't you see it standing there

Go on now answer me before I get angry

And go to your room

And shut the door and see if I care

Yes but someday

When we're standing eye to eye

And your trucks and your guns are all behind

Well I hope you'll be more kind

And understanding with your daddy

Than I was with mine

The day to day it slips away

You're in diapers and then you're dancing

And the music that you hear is not for me

Sometimes I forget about the things that really matter

I'm holding tighter

You're running faster as you struggle to be free

Yes but someday when we're standing eye to eye

And your trucks and your guns are all behind

Well I hope you'll be more kind

And understanding with your daddy

Than I was with mine

So on your way my little one

You've got some dreams to find

Still I hope you'll be more kind

And understanding with your daddy

Than I was with mine