He doesn’t fight crime or wear a cape
He doesn’t read minds or levitate
But every time my world needs saving, he’s my superman
Some folks don’t believe in heroes ’cause they haven’t met my dad
He loves his workshop and rock and roll
He’s got a hot rod and a heart of gold
And you could say he’s a man of few words, but he talks a lot within
And even though I’m a little taller, I still look up to him
He built me a house in the arms of a tree
He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
That my dad’s a hero to me
Rust-ridden fenders, and doors full of dings
Somehow he can fix about anything
I didn’t think he knew how to cry till our dog died that year
He doesn’t always say I love you, but I can hear him loud and clear
He built me a house in the arms of a tree
He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
That my dad’s a hero to me
He built me a house in the arms of a tree
He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream
When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
That my dad’s a hero to me
My dad’s a hero to me
My dad’s a hero to me