When I grow up, I want to be a
(Want to be a, want to be a)
When I grow up, I want to be a
Grumpy Dad in IKEA.
"Where are we now?" "It's on what floor?"
"We follow what?" "And what's that for?"
Bark at uniform attendants -
"Who?" "When?" "Why?" "What?" start every sentence.
When I grow up I want to be a
Grumpy Dad in IKEA.
Whine at foreign Swedish names
Growl at kiddies playing games
"YOU BLOODY KIDS - DON'T RUN, WALK!
Sit down, don't stand - and don't shout, talk!"
When I grow up I want to be a
Grumpy Dad in IKEA.
Pace back and forth and to and fro
Like a caged and frightened bear,
"What now? Oh GOD! No, fine! You go!
I'll think I'll sit down on this chair..."
When I grow up I want to be a
Grumpy Dad in IKEA.
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3 comments:
Can you get the grumpigar dåd flatpacked for easy self-assembling?
I love it. Nothing like an afternoon in Ikea with whining kids to make Dads (and Mums) grumpy. My own mother claims it gives her a headache after five seconds.
Grumpigar dåd is currently out of stock, but there are plenty Cantankery models left (in cans.)
LE, I'm surprised it took her five seconds!
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