Wearing cut-up jean shorts, or maybe a tracksuitnDriving to the school in my Chevy NovanBetween my legs is a super-bug gulp cup of Coca-ColanI may be a skid but my kids don't drink Coca-Cola, they'll drink lemonade.nnFor you, I'd be a skidly dadn'Cause you are so cute, you knock me off my ten-speed and a smashed up six-packnFor you, I'd be a skidly dadn'Cause you are so beautiful, you take my breath away.nnSaturday afternoons, watching wrestling VHSnTeaching my kids the Iron Sheik's finishing move: the Camel Clutchn'Cause I know in my mind my kids will be able soon to beat my weak assnSo I better slap them in the Camel Clutch while I still can.nnFor you, I'd be a skidly dadn'Cause you are so cute, I fall off my ten-speed and smash my six-packnFor you, I'd be a skidly dadn'Cause you are so beautiful, you take my breath awaynUntil I am declared legally dead. nnn