HARD
(Chris Wood)

1. He took her hat and threw it hard.
It came to rest in the schoolyard,
So she took his specs from off his face
And Sir Isaac Newton took care of the rest.

CHORUS: She's hard. My daughter's hard.
She's only six but don't cross her.
Watch out. Here she comes. Lock up your sons.
She takes right after her mother.
She's hard. My daughter's hard.
There's no doubt in the world she's a nutter,
But when she's with me, it's plain to see,
She melts and softens like butter.

2. There's Gregory Peck on Sunday TV
Chasing poor Moby Dick all over the sea.
Then the camera pans past a harpooner's bum.
Like a flash she turns round and winks at her mum. CHORUS

3. There's Jimi Hendrix in his big limousine.
There's a pretty young girl beside him.
He offers her wine. She drinks from the cup.
In a trick of the light my daughter's grown up.

LAST CHORUS: Hard, no it's not hard.
Why ever else would we do it?
We drew back the bow then let it go,
Hit the target and carried on through it.
Hard, of course it's not hard.
There is no better reason to living,
'Cause when she's with me, it's plain to see,
I get much more than I'm giving.