Home again and the streets are not much cleaner   And the quaint old south side scenery   Is quaint no more   Just older than before   Go up the stairs and down the hallway   To my daddy's door      Your son is home, Dad, and he's found a girl   And she's the greatest girl in all the world   I think you'll like her, Dad, I hope you do   But if you don't that's alright, too   What's new? Do you still work at the drugstore?   Is that true? Still polishing the same floor?   I missed my good old Dad   My but I'm glad to see you      Come and see us, Poppa, when you can   There'll always be a place for my old man   Just drop by when it's convenient to   Be sure and call before you do   So long Dad