Today is my Dad’s birthday.
My Dad is brilliant. I know I’m biased, but he properly is. Funny, clever, excellent fixer of stuff, devoted to his family. Famously unmusical and unrhythmical. (It’s funny for me to watch my nieces try to teach him to dance, because I remember doing it myself, and I remember my daughter having a go too. It’s a tribute to him that we have all thought trying to teach our Dad/Grandad to dance is a completely normal thing to do.)
But I do remember him singing this. I also remember him liking The Muppet Show (or at least doing a good enough job of pretending to like it that his 41 year old daughter has never considered an alternative until now). So this seems like a good birthday song.
Happy birthday, Dad. See you later for your birthday dinner.
(There’s another Dad-post, with a lovely photo, here.)