My weekends now that I have four children in sports, some day this will be me:
Sung to the tune of Band on the Run:
Well, the van ignited with my copper key
As I drove into the sun,
And my first son said to my second son there
I hope your game was fun.
Dad on the run, dad on the run.
And the soccer man and neighbor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the dad on the run, dad on the run
Dad on the run, dad on the run.
Well, my wearied wife drew a heavy sigh
Seeing I had failed to come,
And a bell was ringing in the soccer field,
For the kids to come and run.
Dad on the run, dad on the run.
And the soccer man and neighbor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the dad on the run, dad on the run
Dad on the run, dad on the run.
Well, the beers were draining as the sporting world
Began to settle down.
In the town they're searching for me every where
But I never will be found
Dad on the run, dad on the run.
And my bartender with a hefty tab
Will serve a few more
For the dad on the run, dad on the run
Dad on the run, dad on the run.
