Dirty hands, dirty faces, what am I gonna do about you You've been out playing in those forbidden places So run along and wash 'em up Your supper's getting cool Hurry up, slow down, how can you be so clumsy Didn't you see it standing there Go on now answer me before I get angry And go to your room and shut the door and see if I care Yes but someday, when we're standing eye to eye And your trucks and your guns are all behind Well I hope you'll be more kind and understanding with your daddy Than I was with mine The day to day, it slips away, you're in diapers and then you're dancing And the music that you hear is not for me Sometimes I forget about the things that really matter I'm holding tighter, you're running faster, as you struggle to be free Yes but someday, when we're standing eye to eye And your trucks and your guns are all behind Well I hope you'll be more kind and understanding with your daddy Than I was with mine So on your way, my little one You've got some dreams to find Still I hope you'll be more kind and understanding with your daddy Than I was with mine