In daddy's day he walked to school And lived his life by the golden rule And chopped down timber for his fuel In daddy's day.
His shoe were made by Buster Brown He'd hide and roll his knickers down The world was square, it wasn't round In daddy's day.
He'd ride the Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley Tooting on his licorice stick The Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley That was how he gets his kicks.
Oh by gee, by gosh, by golly Life to him was oh so jolly Dad, what happened to the Toonerville Trolley ?
In daddy's day they were so pure No one had to take the cure For being wildly insecure In daddy's day.
They'd sit and rock and talk a bit The sun would fall and they would quit They went to bed and that was it In daddy's day.
He'd ride the Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley Tooting on his licorice stick The Toonerville Trolley, the Toonerville Trolley That was how he gets his kicks.
Oh by gee, by gosh, by golly Life to him was oh so jolly Dad, what happened to the Toonerville Trolley ?