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lyrics
My god I’m tired
I can hardly open up ma eyes
Man, this cannae actually be a time tae get up, I’m shattered
Wee man shouting fae ‘is cot, jumpin on his mattress
Since I went tae bed it feels like I must have walked around the atlas
Then caught up in some Street Fighter vs Tekken madness
Fighting Jin and Ryu, Ken knocked me to the canvas
Boxing a panda wi the strength of a Hadouken when he lamped us
Matched Andre the Giant drink for drink for aboot a week
I’m more done in noo than when I went tae sleep
No one should have to see this time of morning but ma baby's hungry
And I’ve got tae put some food in his tummy
So I'm in the kitchen: cereal, toast, butter and jam
Grubs up wee man, step on a toy car, trip and stumble he laughs
Comedy dad, coffee in hand, stuggling tae see the funnier side
Still dazed, still up late, trading cyphers for nursery rhymes
I need to retreat for minute ‘til ma heid is fixed
Feeling more mashed than this soggy Weetabix
In an alternate dimension I’m sleeping ‘til around two
But right noo I’m driving this vehicle in clown shoes
Tryin’ ae change gear, still bumping that boom bap
While attempting to navigate this route map tae a good dad
Spring has sprung, birds in song and the leaves have come out
Heid in the clouds, feet on the ground, hair like a burst couch
The morra morning it’s back tae the day job
And it’s not like I often have a day off
I’ve went from happy to wreck mics, to nappies and wet wipes
Warm milk, cartoons, a bath and then bedtime
Who’d have thought that a clear head would’ve brought ma napper the best heights
When he’s taking his afternoon nap – that’s when I pen rhymes
So far today I've been a dragon spitting flames
And a cowboy with a wagon on the range
We've put down a multicolour play mat to breakdance
And been giants throwing rocks at clockwork-train tracks
Listened to the black rhinoceros of rap 'stick and move’
Snoop Dogg too, then named all the animals in a picture book
I’ve sang Incey Wincey Spider 101 times
And it’s still another hour until lunchtime
OK I said I’d have 40 winks when I put him down tae bed
But spent the last two hours writing these verses instead
Round two, shoes on wee man, it’s a day to be outside
‘Cause if yi run about mental then you’ll just maybe sleep the night
Crackin’ weather, the park overrun wi smiling weans
Big kids play footie while we negotiate the climbing frame
The older kids'll show up and get drunk in the evening
But right now the park belongs to wee yins
And I just realised how easily I’m breathing, cobweb free in ma cerebrum
We grow up and forget make believe is easy
We follow rules that we can’t see but we believe in
Sometimes I wonder if it’s him or if it’s me that’s doing the teachin’
I take it back, in the whole day I wouldnae change a thing
It beats lying dying on the couch, curtains drawn, grey and grim
Wi the horrors, this having weans stuff is nae bother
Plus - it's his Mam's turn tae get up wi him the morra
