He doesn't fight crime or wear a cape.
He doesn't read minds or levitate.
But every time my world needs saving,
He's my superman.
Some folks don't believe in heroes
'Cause they haven't met my dad.
He loves his workshop and rock and roll
He's got a hot rod
And a heart of gold.
And you could say he's a man of few words,
But he talks a lot within.
And even though I'm a little taller,
I still look up to him.
He built me a house in the arms of a tree.
He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream.
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
That my dad's a hero to me.
Rust-ridden fenders,
And doors full of dings
Somehow he can fix about anything.
I didn't think he knew how to cry
Till our dog died that year
He doesn't always say I love you,
But I can hear him loud and clear.
He built me a house in the arms of a tree.
He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream.
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
That my dad's a hero to me.
My dad's a hero to me.
My dad's a hero to me.