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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Vicky: Well, it was my father really Indirectly speaking, Daddy never read philosophy But he lived by a strict philosophical code Dad was in investment banking Very proper, always thanking people He was kind to me; I’d sit on his knee when he’d get home He would say to me, ‘Think of what the world could be if we could just be Kind to each other.’ I thought about what Daddy said I thought about the thoughts in my head At 12 I found this book by Young ‘Considering Thoughts of Modern Men’ That was when I found I like To delve into the human psych And when my musings got confusing Daddy said, ‘Just do what you can And think of what the world could be If we could just be kind to each other.’ And Daddy found another woman Daddy found much younger woman I came home to find Mommy flailing, Wailing at the wall Kindness, there’s not enough kindness in the world Daddy’s lying on a beach now With Gloria the stewardess His contradictions spilling out Of his new tight blue jeans So much for his riff on kindness I mark it down to human blindness But I don’t mind too much, cause I love him I say, ‘Nice jeans Dad.’ Just to be kind Think of what the world could be If we could just be kind to each other Kindness, there’s not enough kindness in the world Kindness Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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