Oh, daughter dearest, you will wear cableknit sweaters
You will become a doctor after studying at Cornell
Oh, daughter dearest, you will reside on Park Avenue
And marry David Cohen at Temple Emanu-El
Oh, daddy dearest, I don't think your plans sound so swell
Oh, daddy dearest, I got something I wanna tell you
I do love you, I do father, but I wanna be a punk rocker
No, daughter dearest, your best friend will be your therapist
Your face won't display pain anymore on account of your facelift
No, daughter dearest, you'll be alone in your Hamptons home
'Cause David will leave you for his twenty-year-old receptionist
No, daddy dearest, all your plans for me resemble hell
No, daddy dearest, I got something I wanna tell you
Oh, daddy, please don't go and erupt in hysterics
I was always terrible at math past the arithmetic
I'm aware I am defying your expectations
But I wanna feel every ear-splitting vibration
I know I didn't select a very lucrative art
But I gotta listen to the beating of my moshing heart