Verse 1

Mishka’s got a grin and a story to tell,

Struts down the block like he knows it too well.

The neighbor kids giggle when he passes by,

He tips his hat and gives them a wink of the eye.

Pre-Chorus

He says, “Someday every kid on this street

Will call me Papa when we meet!”

Chorus

Oh, Mishka, dancing through the neighborhood,

Big-hearted, bold, and feeling good.

Country party, hands up high,

He’s the fun uncle waving as the days roll by.

Oh, Mishka, what a character,

Every porch has heard of him by now!

Verse 2

At the first big plaza he’s the king of the scene,