Sundays were for church and mamma's home cooked meals
And after supper our backyard became a football field
It was always Dad against us kids and our winning streak survived
By tacklin' that one-man team just short of the goal line
Looking back now it's plain as day
To dad it was so much more than a game
He lived for the bottom of the pile
Smothered by kids, laughter and smiles
He taught us to be tough
To never give up
He hung onto his inner child
At the bottom of the pile
Dad worked allota overtime at the local factory
His chair was empty during Grace most nights of the week
But he was home in time to kiss every one of us good night
Made sure we brushed our teeth before turning out the lights
After we said our prayers he talked a little smack
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He lived for the bottom of the pile
Smothered by kids, laughter and smiles
He taught us to be tough
To never give up
He hung onto his inner child
At the bottom of the pile
Now I've been blessed with three kids of my own and that
Sunday tradition is still going strong
I live for the bottom of the pile
Smothered by kids, laughter and smiles
I teach 'em to be tough
To never give up
Just like Dad I found my inner child
At the bottom of the pile
It's all about love, laughter, and smiles
At the bottom of the pile