They're the ones that call me the sky.
They say that I'm the fearless head.
I know I'm a paramount guy,
and I'm afraid to look ahead.

My children are moving away,
becoming who they want to be.
I know I'm gonna be okay,
but I know they're gonna change me.

That's what you get for being a father.
That's what you get for being a flaunt.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother
if they just do what they want.

To most of them, I'm still a leader.
To these ones, a son of Time.
I've got so many kids; call me a breeder
The King of Gods and Men is in his prime.

Other ones, they call me the thunderer.
I can tell they love me the most.
When I advise the king, it makes me wonder
when I'm gonna give up the ghost.

That's what you get for being a father.
That's what you get for being a flaunt.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother
if they just do what they want.

I think that I may have been demoted.
I am the mighty Allfather's son.
To war and law and glory I'm devoted,
and sad to say my mighty reign is done.

I give the planet Jupiter its name.
I was called Zeus by the Greeks.
I was so big and bold; it's a shame
but Tuesday's my day of the week.

And that's what you get for being a father.
That's what you get for being a flaunt.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother
if they just do what they want.