Many dads are heroes—
they catch crooks or put out fire, but none of them have what I have, ’cause no-daddy-else has Gaia.
Many dads are skilful—
unblock pipes or string up wire, but none of them have what I have, ’cause no-daddy-else has Gaia.
Many dads are millionaires— with money to retire,
but none of them have what I have, ’cause no-daddy-else has Gaia.
If I could choose to swap my place with any dad I desire,
I’d say no thankyou, all the same, ’cause no-daddy-else has Gaia.