You can gather the stars from the sky Hit the bullseye on your first try You could be the cream of the crop But you'll never beat my pop You might be the Sheik of Araby Could be the ruler of all you see You could climb up Everest and sit on the top But you got nothing on my pop V stands for very, very handsome Which he is, it's true I's for his intelligence Knows just what to do C is caring, charismatic charming, and classy In all St. Louis and the world Nobody's as cool as he! You could sing like Frank Sinatra Or dance like Fred Astaire You could make the planets stop But you haven't met my pop [solo] You could golf way under par Could drive a big ole, fancy car You could start the latest fad But I'm glad that he's my dad You could knock out King Kong Be a champion at ping pong Could brag about the times you've had But I'm hanging out with my dad L, O, C, A, S, T, R, O Spells hospitality You won't have to look far to know Where our Vic will be He's cooking up a little something A family recipe Sings Italian songs, as he goes along Making food for you and me You could teach the moon to glow Be the star of a Broadway show But I'm the luckiest lad 'Cause Vic Locastro is my dad! Vic Locastro is my dad!
