Roses and Bluejays

I'm a lot like my dad I would have to say He's been wearin a beard ever since mom passed away She woulda hated it Inspiring he likes to go to church to hear the choir sing Roses and Bluejays, winter comes, game over He's in the driveway removin snow with a flame thrower Drives a hard bargain, knows how to get the deals Spring fever hits he needs a new set of wheels Every year it never fails Roaming around in his home town beachcombing Roses and Bluejays I'm a lot like my father He knows he should go to work but sometimes He doesn't bother Reads books of every sort And gets all the news he needs from the weather report The door stays open a few days and closes What's more important than blue jays and roses? Son of a gun, the old man is something else In addition to being a bullfighter and magician He's a lazy river, slow moving train Future hall of famer, playing through the pain He's a grizzly bear And do you know one time he even saw a UFO? My dad's favorite things are roses and bluejays I'd say we're the same in more than a few ways we're Full of beans and big ideas Cause I can't sleep I'm not sure why he is Wide awake and off to the races Out of gas and lost in space so Full of beans and big ideas Cause I can't sleep I'm not sure why he is Wide awake And off to the races Out of gas and lost in space