Daddy was a drinkernDrank himself right upnYou just stood there watchingnDidn’t know enoughnAs time went on nYou should have been afraidnBut instead you felt safenCause he becamenYour ideal standardnnWhiskers brimming overnIn your sweeties glassnThough your stomach’s turningnYou’re a devoted lassnAs time goes on nYou might feel afraidnBut for now you feel safenAnd you’re not to blamenThis is your ideal standardnnNumbing in your bellynFeels a bit unkindnNow you’re feeling woozy nAnd drowsy all the timenThere’s your ideal standardnYour ideal standardnAnd no you’re not to blame