When all your good intentions,nthey just leave you feeling oldnAnd your latest inventionsnhave all left you feeling coldnWhen it's then the gypsie says, come onnover man, have no fearnShe says Daddy died last year, and I wish he were herennSo all your grand ambitions,nthey're doing what they're told.nDown at the bottom of the river,nwhere the old white fingers scaldnThey say the women dug this river,nthey filled it with their tearsnnAnd daddy died last year, I wish he were here.nnSo if you want to see me,nI'm at the bottom of the stair,nIt's the place where no one looks for me,nIt's the place where no one dares,nAnd if you think the times have been changin',nWell it's anywhere but here.nnSee, daddy died last year, and I wish he were here.nnnSo the congressmen and the concubinesnAre all happy in their cage,nAnd the women who surround them,nThey're all cute and underage,nThey say At least we'll be remembered,nScreamin' Revolution's near!nnAnd daddy died last year, well I wish he were here.nnnSo the lawyers, they come bleedin' menWith papa's old harpoon.nThey hold it in a glove,nMade of his barren woman's womb.nAnd she said, she wants my bones,nTo decorate his tomb,nnSee, daddy died last year, and I wish he were here.noh and daddy died last year, and I wish he were here.nDaddy died last year, and I wish he were here.