March 14: "Hey Dad ..."

We watched him on the tele, we thought that he was cool

Playing with his kids each day, when they came home from school

A single dad, professional, an architect no less

Who dealt with life's every hurdle, but none of us would guess

That the man we all looked up to, a man we did admire

One day we would come to despise, and where there's smoke there's fire

This man he is a monster, a repugnant sexual fiend

We can all be but grateful, that the law has intervened

“Hey Dad” he's now on trial, and the witnesses are many

He's a perverted piece of pure manure, not worth a half a penny

Their trust he apprehended, just like it was his to seize

And his television acting? For him it was a breeze

Some parents they got early wind, of his hideous behaviour

But it was years before their voices found the interest of a savior

But "Hey Day" he will stay silent, he will not hop the box

'Cause he learned many years ago, just how to play the fox

But when the prosecution ends it case, their evidence will be strong

Any defence run by the “perfect Dad”, it will not last too long

And there is no doubt in my mind, of the outcome of this trial

A nasty cell in a nasty place for this nasty pedophile