Daddy's Money By: Ricochet (1st Verse) Cain't concentrate on the preacher preachin', My attention span done turned off. I want in on that angel singin', Up there in the choir loft. (Chorus) She's got her Daddy's money, Her Mama's good looks, More laughs than a stack of comic books. A wild imagination, a college education, Add it all up, it's a deadly combination. She's a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser, country as a turnip green. A (Stop on first time) She's got her Daddy's money, her Mama's good looks, And look who's lookin' at me. (2nd Verse) Her second cousin was my third grade teacher. I used to cut her Grandma's grass. Back then she was nothin' but knees and elbows. Golly did she grow up fast! (Chorus) (Lead) G (3rd Verse) Lord if you've got any miracles handy, Maybe you can grab me one. Just let me walk down the isle and say I do, To that angel with the choir robe on. (Chorus) (Stop) She's got her Daddy's money, her Mama's good looks, And look who's lookin' at me.