Lets make a toast to the dad joke The last remnant of comedy All other joke-avenues have been explored So I guess the dad joke is the only path for me... Salutations (salute!) Here's to all the new years evenings When your dad told you there'd be no more food that year And you politely chuckle, as your IQ decreases (and) For any barbecue when the food is nigh, and you hear: (The meat is cooking, oh, the steaks are high) Bravo! To all the times You had to introduce your girlfriend And you waited for his mouth to open and your cheeks to blush (What did the sink tell the toilet? You look flushed!) Hell yeah. So lets make a toast to the dad joke The last remnant of comedy All other joke-avenues have been explored So I guess the dad joke is the only path for me... Five fourths of people admit That their fraction skills are bad Well I'll call you later (No please, call me dad!) Everyone has hated dad jokes At some point in time We avoided them like the plague And all of that went fine Then we explored all other forms of comedy Until they all became old and stale Now the only unexplored option Is the one we tried to avoid, but god damn it we have failed! The last hope of a good laugh, Before we turn old, jaded and unhappy The one oasis in a desert of being sad Until we inevitably fall to apathy (Please! I need laughter!) So to all you naysayers You can take your youth and scram, And why did the baby strawberry cry? (Because its mother was in a jam) So lets make a toast to the dad joke The last remnant of comedy All other joke-avenues have been explored So I guess the dad joke is the only path for me... I'm slapping my knee right now! Slap, slap, slappin' my knee! (I'm slapping!) Slap, slap, slappin' my knee! (I'm clapping!) Get your dad on the stage, and put your rage in your cage Cause it's his only real outlet to feel alive (Because all other comedy has become boring to us) Why can't romans let go of past relationships? ...Because their X is always a 10. don't judge me...
