The shades and sandals I've got on
Are from the Chevron summer line
I've had some toaster waffles
I'm feeling good and looking sorta fine

Not a cloud at 10 am
The sand is hot and so am I
Go tell everybody
It's time to shield your eyes, here comes my

Dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no hot rod
But you can drive it home today
And show your whole squad
And they can all shrug and nod
And say, well, that's odd
He looks kind of like a furry baby

Caught your mama staring
I nod and smile, Hasselhoff
I step into the glare and 
Rip my t-shirt off and bust out my

Dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no Greek God
But baby, you can have my fig leaf
It's all I've got
It's only a dad bod
So take your best shot
And you can wrap your arms around it

Potato, potahto
Tomato, tomahto
Tecate, tequila, and 
Carne asada
This body's a temple 
It's only the finest
And when it's uncovered
The glory can be blinding
There's an hour of yoga
A walk to a diner
I know there's a six pack
It's somewhere, it's hiding
Hairy and husky
Describe but don't define me
I'm a well-oiled machine
But it's mostly sweat

Get a load of my dad bod
Oh yeah, it's my dad bod
It ain't no hot rod 
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It's my dad bod
It looks kind of like a furry baby