Lyrics Impossible - David Burns , Brian Davies

Why did he look at her that way?
Why did he look at her that way?
Must be my imagination
She's a lovely, blooming flower
He's just a sprout
Impossible!

She's a lovely, blooming flower
He's all worn out
Impossible!

Just a fledgling in the nest
Just a man who needs a rest
He's a beamish boy at best
Poor old fellow
He's a child and loves a test
He's too young to pass
Impassible!
He has asthma, gout, a wife, lombago and gas
Irascible!

Romping in the nursery
He looks tired
Son, sit on your father's knee
Father, you can lean on me
Him? Impossible!

But why did she wave at him that way?
Why did she wave at him that way?
Could there be an explanation?
Women often want a father-
She may want mine
It's possible

He's a handsome lad of twenty
I'm 39
It's possible

Older men know so much more
In a way I'm 44
Next to him I'd seem a bore
All right, 50

Then again he is my father
I ought to trust -
Impossible!
Then again, with love at my age
Sometimes it's just
Impossible!

With a girl I'm ill at ease
I don't feel well
Sir, about those birds and bees -
Son, a glass of water, please
The situation's fraught
Fraughter than I thought
With horrible
Impossible
Possibilities!