Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Mississauga to London, the guy’s got roots,
But don't let him drink too much or he'll lose his boots.
He’s forty now, but still got that charm,
From AMC to the gov job, he’s raised no alarm.

We joke, but let’s get one thing clear,
He’s a good dad, and that’s sincere.
Oli, Zack, and Vivian, they’re his pride,
On the soccer field, he’s the coach and guide.

(Chorus)
Formella! You think you're slick,
Forty years, still pullin’ tricks.
Your wife’s got the plans, she runs the show,
But you're the man when it comes to the kiddos.
Formella! We laugh, we roast,
But as a dad, man, you do the most.

(Verse 2)
London crew’s like, “Who’s this guy?”
But the Mississauga boys know you’ll get by.
Lost in a haze, but you hold it tight,
Especially when it comes to your kids at night.

You’re at every game, cheering on the team,
Might lose track of time, but you chase that dream.
Forty years in, but let’s be real,
You’re raising those kids with love and zeal.

(Chorus)
Formella! You think you're slick,
Forty years, still pullin’ tricks.
Your wife’s got the plans, she runs the show,
But you're the man when it comes to the kiddos.
Formella! We laugh, we roast,
But as a dad, man, you do the most.

(Bridge)
Oli and Zack, they look up to you,
And Vivian’s smile shows what you do.
You’re coaching soccer, leading the pack,
Even if you sometimes lose track.

(Chorus)
Formella! You think you're slick,
Forty years, still pullin’ tricks.
Your wife’s got the plans, she runs the show,
But you're the man when it comes to the kiddos.
Formella! We laugh, we roast,
But as a dad, man, you do the most.

(Outro)
So here’s to Formella, the family guy,
With every laugh, there’s love nearby.
Forty years strong, still holding the crown,
Happy birthday, bro, you’ll never let us down.