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