Daddy likes the color brown

Likes to touch it all year round

Sliding fingers up n' down

Till he hits my mommy

Daddy likes the feel of glass

Likes to hold it's ugly mass

And when my brother gives some sass

Well, he'll beat him senseless

Daddy likes the sound of sin

Likes to hear it again and again

Thinks it's what makes him win

Until loss makes him kill the dog

Daddy likes the word called beer

Likes to hold it close and dear

And that's what makes my family fear

When dad gets out the bottle