Nate Prior Trio

Lyrics

We all came to the table
On a lazy Sunday morning
We ate breakfast with our parents
It started out just fine
Then Dad he broke the silence
Told us a new joke he’d found
But so putrid was the punchline
That none of us made a sound

Jokes of my father
They’ll make you roll your eyes
Jokes of my father

He churns out the baddest puns
They make him feel awful proud
His corny knock-knocks make us wanna shout
We’re pulling our hair all out
When will this be over
Our dad’s aspiring comic phase
His one-liners won’t run out
It seems that this is just our fate

Jokes of my father
They’ll make you groan and sigh
Poor son and daughter

I ended up as a dad myself
And I’ve noticed something strange
‘Cause when I told my last joke I realized
My sense of humor’s changed
With my funny lines and amusing quips
I keep them entertained
And even though they tell me to quit
I know, I know they’ll turn out the same

Jokes of my father
Now they’re the same as mine
Jokes of my father