There is this thing about fathers:
They live in their own zone
They tell you, "Hi! How are you?"
And they hand your mom the phone
At things like sharing feelings
Let's admit, they are not great
But the lucky ones have daughters like
My Jennifer and Kate

Just as they were as children
So they are as women now
So different from each other
Yet they're so alike somehow
Each one an individual;
Each one a sovereign state
For there's no one else remotely like
My Jennifer and Kate


I see their mother in the way
They love this family
They give this family the love
Their mother gives to me

It's Jennifer the scholar
Jennifer the mom
And when the world goes crazy
Then it's Jennifer the calm
While Kate the aunt from heaven
Serves up heaven on a plate
Their father thanks his angels for
His Jennifer and Kate
I see their mother in the way
They love this family
They give this family the love
Their mother gives to me

There is this thing about fathers:
They live in their own zone
They tell you, "Hi! How are you?"
And they hand your mom the phone
At things like sharing feelings
Let's admit, they are not great
But the lucky ones have daughters like
My Jennifer and Kate
And their fathers thanks his angels for
His Jennifer and Kate