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 Ed Pickford © prs


By the flickering light of a telly

In a home just like hundreds you’ve seen

Watching a show by Cliff Richard

Sat a little girl glued to the screen

Kids can be cruel there’s no question

They say things you’d rather ignore

And this little girl started singing

As her poor daddy came through the door.


Chorus:

Why don’t you look like Cliff Richard?

Lean, lithe and coiled like a spring

You’re the same age as Cliff Richard

But daddy you can’t even sing!


“Once,” said the little girl’s daddy

“Cliff and I were like peas in a pod

But he got the breaks that were going

While I ended up with a hod

Don’t ever think I’m complaining

Cos Cliff looks much younger each night

Has he ever carry bricks when it’s raining?

Or squelched through the mud on a site!”  


Chorus:

                    

This little girl though for a moment

She knew that he dad was sincere

So she climbed on his knees and she kissed him

And whispered so no one would hear


Chorus:

                   

This daddy he went on a diet

He jogged twenty miles every week

He cut out the pies and the pasties

‘Til he looked much younger and sleek

Then back from the shop with his parcels

Of clothes of immaculate choice

His little girl thought he looked lovely

So she said at the top of her voice


Last chorus:

Dad you look just like Cliff Richard

Lean lithe and coiled like a spring

You’re the same age as Cliff Richard

But daddy - you still cannot sing!

                

Cliff Richard Song

Note:

My friend Tom Cumiskey told me his daughter Anne asked him this question.

Jim Bainbridge - CD ‘The Drunken Billy Goat’