We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I,
Or so our sisters tell us, they say it makes them cry,
I can see it where my hair recedes, in the smile lines round your eyes,
We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I,

You've got your father's double chin,
And that crooked, enigmatic grin
It seems you've got his troubled heart to satisfy;
And I've got my father's wandering eye
and moods as dark as a stormy sky;
We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I.

We're starting to think like our fathers, you and I;
The rebellious years have mellowed us,
but I couldn't tell you why,
We moved away from thinking we could be different
if we try;
We're starting to think like our fathers, you and I.

We're set now in our fathers' ways,
I can see it as you plan your days;
For myself the goals I set just multiply;
We share our fathers' subtle wit
All the pieces of the puzzle fit,
We're just like our fathers, you and I.

Do you think we look like our fathers? We don't mind if you do,
They were handsome in their own way, kind and charming, too;
We wear their faces every day, to remind us of the things they'd say,
In times when we'd listen well, as children do.

We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I,
Or so our sisters tell us, they say it makes them cry,
I can see it where my hair recedes, in the smile lines round your eyes,
We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I,
We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I,
We're starting to look like our fathers, you and I,