Sunday evening 6 o’clock
Every week again
My dad makes jokes
But nobody notices them
He looks around the table
To check if someone laughs
And every time he makes a joke
I’m the only one who laughs
It’s not funny
He just wannabe
I can’t help it
But the only one who laughs is me
Yeah, I know, I’m a wannabe
And dad is as wunny as me
I tell the others it’s a joke
And they start laughing too
But it’s not about the joke
But about how I do
It’s not funny
He just wannabe
I can’t help it
But the only one who laughs is me
Yeah, I know, I’m a wannabe
And dad is as wunny as me
I wish I was funny
But I’m a wannabe