I'm a lot like my dad   I would have to say   He's been wearing a beard ever since mum passed away   She would'a hated it   Inspiring, he likes to go to church   To hear the choir sing 'Roses and Bluejays'   Winner comes, game over   He's in the driveway removing snow with a flamethrower   Drives a hard bargain   Knows how to get the deals   Spring fever hits, he needs a new set of wheels   Every year it never fails   Roaming around in his hometown beach   Combing 'Roses and Bluejays'   I'm a lot like my father   He knows he should go to work    But sometimes he doesn't bother   Reads books of every sort   Gets all the news he needs from the weather report   The door stays open a few days and closes   What's more important than Bluejays and Roses?      Son of a gun   The old man is something else   In addition to being a bull-fighter and magician   He's a lazy river, Slow moving train   Future hall-of-famer, playing through the pain   He's a Grizzly Bear   And do you know one time he even saw a UFO?   My dad's favorite things are Bluejays and Roses   I would say we're the same, in more than a few ways      Full of beans and big ideas   'Cause I can't sleep   I'm not sure why he is   Wide awake and off to the races   Out of gas and lost in space   So,   Full of beans and big ideas   'Cause I can't sleep   I'm not sure why he is   Wide awake and off to the races   Out of gas and lost in space