Daddy was a drinker   Drank himself right up   You just stood there watching   Didn’t know enough   As time went on    You should have been afraid   But instead you felt safe   Cause he became   Your ideal standard      Whiskers brimming over   In your sweeties glass   Though your stomach’s turning   You’re a devoted lass   As time goes on    You might feel afraid   But for now you feel safe   And you’re not to blame   This is your ideal standard      Numbing in your belly   Feels a bit unkind   Now you’re feeling woozy    And drowsy all the time   There’s your ideal standard   Your ideal standard   And no you’re not to blame