"DDF" lyrics
Let's go
1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4
All my friends have friends
That say they don't like me
And all my friends friends
Try and get their dads to fight me
But a dad can't cross the line
A dad knows that
He can only fight his own kind
My dad could beat up your dad
If my dad was still alive
(Ding, ding, cunt)
Dead dad fight
You gotta wonder who is gonna win
An arcane spirit from the land beyond
With eldritch powers
Indescribable in a mere song
Or Kevin the accountant?
Dead dad fight
You g-g-gotta wonder
Who is gonna win?
A nameless horror who's
Willingness to throw hands
And protect his only son
Is surpassed only by the mystery
That shrouds the heathen pact
With a faceless, formless entity
That bestowed upon him powers
So that if a dickhead deadshit
Ever tried to staunch his bloodline
His rage would be exhumed and he'd
Clobber those who oppose his linneage?
Or your dad
Who runs a 40 minute 5k?
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
I fuck'n miss you dad
Now go and get that dad
Your dad's got a big moustache
He's been growing since 17
My dad's got an immortal curse
That means he's summoned every time I bleed
Your dad's got a strange relationship
With every waiter he's ever met
My dad's got the same
But he also shoots flames
Out of his face, arms and neck
Two dads
Sitting on a bench
Ones alive and well
And the other undead
One drinks a beer
The other b-b-brimstone
They both have
A fuck'n weird old ringtone
Hey dad
What the heck are you doing?
Wanna punch that dad?
Or exorcise that dad?
Hey dead dad
Why you dickin' round?
Do your god damn duty
And fight that fuck'n dad (yeah)
Two dads
Sitting on a bench
They got so much in common
Now they're dad best friends
Summoned from hell
Or just working from home
Ignoring their sons
Suck a fuck'n shit boys
Hey dad
What the heck are you doing?
Stop dating that dad
You better dump that dad
Hey dead dad
What you think you're frickin' doing?
You better not motherfuck'n
Marry that dad, no
Two dads
Sitting on a bench
10 years of marriage
Since the day that they were wed (ah, ah, ah)
They get along great
Domestic bliss
They never ever fight
No they never ever fight
Every day and every night
No they never ever fight
Even when they have some company
And dead dad cooks a meal
And alive dad comes home drunk
And ate a late lunch
So he's really not that hungry
But dead dad worked so hard
But it's different because alive dad
Has been at real work
Oh is cooking and raising two kids
Not real work?
Alive dad didn't mean it
But he's too proud to back down
And now dead dad's embarrassed
In front of his book club friends
But they don't even care, no
They've started taking bets
Oh
I think they're gonna
Fight
(Punch him in the throat, dad!)
Dead dad fight
You gotta wonder who is gonna win
A wrathful demon
Who's spent the last 10 years
Turning a house into a home?
Or your dad
Who doesn't know
Last night was bin night?
Dead dad fight
You g-g-gotta wonder
Who is gonna win?
An ageless terror who's
Aptitude in picking up
Hell's version of karate
Is surpassed only by
The bittersweetness of seeing
A father in the mighty
And yet voiceless form
He chose when he departed
So that he could in
The only way he knew
Still see his son
But is cursed to disappear
Each time a dad fight is done?
Or your dad
Who's body's stupidly corporeal?
(Dead dad fight)
All my friends have
(Dead dad fight)
Friends that say they like me
1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4
All my friends have friends
That say they don't like me
And all my friends friends
Try and get their dads to fight me
But a dad can't cross the line
A dad knows that
He can only fight his own kind
My dad could beat up your dad
If my dad was still alive
(Ding, ding, cunt)
Dead dad fight
You gotta wonder who is gonna win
An arcane spirit from the land beyond
With eldritch powers
Indescribable in a mere song
Or Kevin the accountant?
Dead dad fight
You g-g-gotta wonder
Who is gonna win?
A nameless horror who's
Willingness to throw hands
And protect his only son
Is surpassed only by the mystery
That shrouds the heathen pact
With a faceless, formless entity
That bestowed upon him powers
So that if a dickhead deadshit
Ever tried to staunch his bloodline
His rage would be exhumed and he'd
Clobber those who oppose his linneage?
Or your dad
Who runs a 40 minute 5k?
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
Go fuck'n get em dad
I fuck'n miss you dad
Now go and get that dad
Your dad's got a big moustache
He's been growing since 17
My dad's got an immortal curse
That means he's summoned every time I bleed
Your dad's got a strange relationship
With every waiter he's ever met
My dad's got the same
But he also shoots flames
Out of his face, arms and neck
Two dads
Sitting on a bench
Ones alive and well
And the other undead
One drinks a beer
The other b-b-brimstone
They both have
A fuck'n weird old ringtone
Hey dad
What the heck are you doing?
Wanna punch that dad?
Or exorcise that dad?
Hey dead dad
Why you dickin' round?
Do your god damn duty
And fight that fuck'n dad (yeah)
Two dads
Sitting on a bench
They got so much in common
Now they're dad best friends
Summoned from hell
Or just working from home
Ignoring their sons
Suck a fuck'n shit boys
Hey dad
What the heck are you doing?
Stop dating that dad
You better dump that dad
Hey dead dad
What you think you're frickin' doing?
You better not motherfuck'n
Marry that dad, no
Two dads
Sitting on a bench
10 years of marriage
Since the day that they were wed (ah, ah, ah)
They get along great
Domestic bliss
They never ever fight
No they never ever fight
Every day and every night
No they never ever fight
Even when they have some company
And dead dad cooks a meal
And alive dad comes home drunk
And ate a late lunch
So he's really not that hungry
But dead dad worked so hard
But it's different because alive dad
Has been at real work
Oh is cooking and raising two kids
Not real work?
Alive dad didn't mean it
But he's too proud to back down
And now dead dad's embarrassed
In front of his book club friends
But they don't even care, no
They've started taking bets
Oh
I think they're gonna
Fight
(Punch him in the throat, dad!)
Dead dad fight
You gotta wonder who is gonna win
A wrathful demon
Who's spent the last 10 years
Turning a house into a home?
Or your dad
Who doesn't know
Last night was bin night?
Dead dad fight
You g-g-gotta wonder
Who is gonna win?
An ageless terror who's
Aptitude in picking up
Hell's version of karate
Is surpassed only by
The bittersweetness of seeing
A father in the mighty
And yet voiceless form
He chose when he departed
So that he could in
The only way he knew
Still see his son
But is cursed to disappear
Each time a dad fight is done?
Or your dad
Who's body's stupidly corporeal?
(Dead dad fight)
All my friends have
(Dead dad fight)
Friends that say they like me
