Deadbeat Dad is on the Run!

Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum!
In my veins, is the blood of an Englishman:
Be he alive or be he dead,
Child Support wants to grind his bones, to make my bread.
Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum!
How far does a deadbeat dad, think he can run?
We know Social Security will track him down,
And garnish his checks just to pay us back some!
Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum!
The day my Ma met him, her life was undone!
Then they had me, their little precious one.
Shortly after my ole Pops was on the run!
Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum!
He rather loaf and drink his rum,
Than help to take care of me and my Mum.
He’s what you might call, a real bum!
Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum!
MY poor ole mum is worn down to nothin’
From trying to stay out of debtors prison.
Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum! A deadbeat dad is a real Bum!
4/9/2004