ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Her father didnt like me anyway


The coat she wore still lies upon the bed
The book I gave her that she never read
She left without a single word to say
Her father didn’t like me anyway

She always wanted more than I could give
’cause she wasn’t happy with the way we lived
I suppose I should have begged with her to stay
Her father didn’t like me anyway

And oh, Daddy didn’t like the clothes I wear
And oh, Daddy didn’t like my hair
I suppose that if we tried to we could have found something to say
But Daddy didn’t even care

And oh, Daddy didn’t like the clothes I wear
And oh, Daddy didn’t like my hair
Well, I suppose that if we tried, we could have found something to say
But Daddy didn’t even care

To tell the truth, I didn’t have the nerve
And I’m only getting just what I deserve
She left without a single word today
Her father was a right cunt anyway

Cunt