You know, we could have had a daughter
And we could have named her Anna
And she would have been a sweetheart
But with punk rock manners

Could have supported us when we retire
Bought us a cottage near the countryside

You could have taught her to play hockey
I could have taught her the guitar
And her granddad could have shown her the way to the bar

Could have supported us when we retire
Bought us a cottage near the countryside

We would have made the neighbours jealous
We could have had barbecues at night
With our collected brain resources, she would have had an IQ of a 155

Could have supported us when we retire
Bought us a cottage near the countryside

She would have won the Nobel Prize, and
Thanked her mama for all the good advice
And we could have gone swimming
Near that cottage by the lake
And she'd never had to know what it's like when your heart breaks

Could have supported us when we retire
Bought us a cottage near the countryside

Could have supported us when we retire
Bought us a cottage near the countryside

She could have married a Kennedy
She would have found the cure for HIV
I'm real sorry Anna, you never got to be
'Cause your daddy moved on and he left me

Could have supported us when we retired
Bought us a cottage near the countryside...

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