Daddy was a bank director
And man of some repute
Had homes in Paris and Jamaica
And Switzerland to boot
He loved his little daughter dearly
Though she was a wayward child
She was blessed with wealth and beauty
Where then had he failed
Where then had he failed

She said she was a fashion model
But acting was her aim
She already had a fortune
So she was after fame
So she was after fame
She'd hang around with all these awful
Characters she knew
Who'd eat her food and drink her wine
And stay for breakfast too
And stay for breakfast too

One day she drove her brand new Jaguar
Straight into a wall
She said she'd taken half a mandrax
And a glass or two before
And a glass or two before
She then became a social worker
And got religion too
And daddy wondered which was better
But what can daddy do
What can daddy do