Daddy s Money By: Ricochet
(1st Verse) Cain t concentrate on the preacher preachin ,
My attention span done turned off.
I want in on that angel singin ,
Up there in the choir loft.
(Chorus) She s got her Daddy s money, Her Mama s good looks,
More laughs than a stack of comic books.
A wild imagination, a college education,
Add it all up, it s a deadly combination.
She s a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser, country as a turnip green.
A (Stop on first time)
She s got her Daddy s money, her Mama s good looks,
And look who s lookin at me.
(2nd Verse) Her second cousin was my third grade teacher.
I used to cut her Grandma s grass.
Back then she was nothin but knees and elbows.
Golly did she grow up fast!
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(3rd Verse) Lord if you ve got any miracles handy,
Maybe you can grab me one.
Just let me walk down the isle and say I do,
To that angel with the choir robe on.
(Chorus)
(Stop)
She s got her Daddy s money, her Mama s good looks,
And look who s lookin at me.
