Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gonna write itself
They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
She's pilling boxes in front of the door trying to block it
How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me
"And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'
It turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on
And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you?