Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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