I haven't always been a single man, And I haven't always lived up here. Along with all these other single men, With a ring around the bath, and a cigarette butt in my beer, And I haven't always been a lonely man, And I haven't always lived alone. And you know I haven't always drunk this much, But hey before you cut me down, Just try standing in my shoes, 'Cause I don't have to hear one word of this no. (Chorus) On any other day, I might care what you say, But every Saturday is Father's Day. You might call it sad, You might call me mad, But I've got one- who calls me Dad. And all the other blokes that live up here, Know how to leave a man alone. They're not a bad old bunch that live up here, Ah but you know that it's not family and it's not home. What of a darlin' wife that once I had? Well I'm pleased to say that she still talks to me. But I try not to think of what went wrong, 'Cause if I say that I was right, She might say that she was right, And the only rights I care about are visiting rights yeah. We go where he wants to go. We do what he wants to do. I tell him everything I know, 'Cause I'd do anything to prove, Yeah I'd do anything to prove.