They all know different sides to him,
and this is what they say
They all say, yes sir, yes sir,
Brilliant, calm and kind, it makes me sick
Yes sir, yes sir, a close to perfect mind
Now I find that I'm the son of good
I find that I'm the son of good
Rick was loyal and devoted
Rick earned our admiration
And it fills us all with sorrow,
And I'll never board a sailboat
without thinking fondly of him
May I be as good a father as he was
Yes sir, yes sir, such a lovely man
Brilliant, calm and kind, it makes me sick
we're close to perfect mind
Now I find that I'm the son of good
Find that I'm the son of good
But that's not what I remember
But what about the yelling or
Was that forgotten, or ignored,
or not the sort of thing we mentioned?
Perhaps it wasn't known at all,
Or maybe I'm the only one
who actually knew my dad!
They all say, yes sir, yes sir,
he was such a lovely man.
And I think it's pretty odd,
that though they don't believe in
God, they believe that you're a saint,
So now I'll never, never,