Oh yeah,
ah-ha-ha,
oh yeah
Oh yeah,
ah-ha-ha, oh yeah
I'm in love with your daughter
She knows that I love her,
yeah,
but she tells me lies
I like the way she walks,
the way she talks She really knocks me out,
causes me to shout
Whoa-oh-oh,
now look at her,
Papa John I'm in love with your daughter
Whoa-oh-oh,
with champagne eyes Yeah,
she knows that I love her,
yeah,
but
she tells me lies Oh yeah, ah-ha-ha, oh yeah
Oh yeah, ah-ha-ha,
oh yeah