YMCA CAMP LOOWIT CAMPFIRE SONGS

DADDY’S WHISKERS

I have a dear old Daddy For whom I nightly pray He has a set of whiskers They’re always in the way. CHORUS: Oh, they’re always in the way The cows eat them for hay They hide the dirt on father’s shirt They’re always in the way. My father was a soldier He fooled the enemy He wrapped his whiskers’ round him They thought he was a tree. CHORUS My father was a swimmer, No swimming suit for him He wrapped his whiskers ‘ round him And then he dove right in. CHORUS My father bought an auto A brand new Ford machine His whiskers came in handy For straining gasoline. CHORUS