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Woke up this morning with an ache and a groan,
Chris says, “Dad, can you drive me in five?
Gotta be there by nine.”
Amazon, dollar general or stop and rob (stop and rob)
Now being a personal Uber is my fucking job

Cece, Chris and Danny Dawn
I'm in the car from dusk to dawn
Three kids all late for work,
And who's on the clock?
This unpaid jerk.

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So they say
Daddy Uber.....(daddy uber.... daddy uber...)
rollin’ in pain, (driving in the rain)
Three passengers
and no gas gain (no fucking gas)

Got me working for free
Got me working late
Working over time
No checks or breaks

So call
Daddy Uber,
For your ride today....

(Do do do.... do do do)

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Yeah, it's Daddy Uber, rollin' in style,
Slippers on my feet, but I’m drivin’ that mile.
Three grown folks, not a dollar in sight,
But I still hit the gas and I stop at the light.

No tips, no gas, not even a snack,
But I’m chillin' in the front with a crick in my back.
Old-school groove with the windows low,
Just a dad with a mission and nowhere to go.

"Fo' real tho."

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So call
Daddy Uber.....(daddy uber.... daddy uber...)
rollin’ in pain, (driving in the rain)
Three passengers
and no gas gain (no fucking gas)

Got me working for free
Got me working late
Working over time
No checks or breaks

I'm
Daddy Uber,
For your ride today...
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So beep beep, Cece, Chris, and danny Dawn,
I’ll drive you till my tires are gone.
Through red lights, wrong turns, and breakfast crumbs—
Still hummin’ old hits with my numb thumbs.
Yeah—Daddy Uber, my work’s never done,
No meter, no breaks, just Get in, I'm not done
And when Cece gets those plates someday…
You know you’ll still call me anyway

(Do do do.... boo boo boo...)
(Daddy uber.... daddy uber.... beep beep)
Daddy Uber.