The One-Line Lyric Challenge

Tell me where he comes from
Then I'll know where I'm going
Mommy says if you look hard
You'll always find it
She says he's never too far away
He leaves often for work
Mommy says, “Working is good”
Better than being in bad company
Right?

Where is your papa?
Tell me where is your papa?
Without even speaking to him
He knows what's wrong
Oh beloved papa
Tell me where you're hiding
I must have counted my fingers
At least a thousand times

Where are you? Papa, where are you?

Whether you believe it or not
One day we'll stop believing
One day we'll all be dads
And from one day to the other we'll disappear
Will we be hated?
Will we be admired?
Just passing on genes or geniuses?
Tell us who gives birth to these irresponsible people?
Tell us who, look

Everyone knows how to make babies
But no one knows how to make fathers
Mr. Know-It-All must have inherited it
Should it be sucked out of the thumb or what?
Tell us where is it hidden?
We must have bitten our fingers at least
A thousand times

Where are you? Papa, where are you?

Where is your papa?
Tell me where is your papa?
Without even speaking to him
He knows what's wrong
Oh beloved papa
Tell me where you're hiding
I must have counted my fingers
At least a thousand times

Where are you? Papa, where are you?