There is a button and there's a switch
There is a needle and there's a dial
There is a lever I want to lift
And still you treat me like I'm a child
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?

Will it be very dangerous?
Or will it taste nice?
You wash your hands in perfume and spice
I'll tell you when I want your advice
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?

Is anybody acting your age?
You got a girl you keep in a cage
You give her presents after a while
A birthday cake containing a file
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?

The flashing lights go running 'round and 'round and 'round
It spits out money
It tastes like honey
So drink it down

Daddy

It leaves the slightest chemical taste
It could be most unfortunate
Earrings that jangle before they're seen
She slaps your face like a tambourine
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ELVIS COSTELLO