They say that all is fair in love and war, and child, be-lieve it.
When Mama stayed in Saint Tro-pez, she had a fall or two.
And I'm telling it to you straight,
So you don't have to hear it in another way.
Oh Annie,
I'm not your Daddy.
Oh Annie,
I'm not your Daddy.
They say that out of sight is out of mind, and child, be-lieve it.
Your Mama was in search of love, but all she got was used.
And I'm telling it to your face,
So you don't have to hear it in another place.
(Break it to me gently now; don't forget I'm just a child).
Oh Annie,
I'm not your Daddy, (Mama's baby's, Papa's baby).
Oh Annie,
I'm not your Daddy, (Mama's baby's, Papa's baby).
See if I was in your blood, then you wouldn't be so ugly.
Yes, I'm telling it to you straight,
So you don't have to hear it in another way.
(Break it to me gently now; don't forget I'm just a child).
Oh Annie,
I'm not your Daddy, (Mama's baby's, Papa's baby).
Oh Annie,
I'm not your Daddy, (Mama's baby's, Papa's baby).
(Repeat to Fade)