[Intro] [Snappy, jangly riff, band shouts]
One! Two! This one’s for Dad—wherever he fixes things!

[Verse 1]
Mum said he came round with a toolbox in hand
Checked the colour settings, said the signal was grand
Left more than a bill when he called that day
All I got’s his trade, and the memory’s grey

[Chorus]
My dad was the TV repair man
Or so the story goes
Twiddled with the aerial
Left us with static and woes
Maybe he’s out there, somewhere in the land
Still fixing busted tellies with his weathered hands

[Verse 2]
Never met the bloke, never got his name
Mum just shrugs and laughs—“All repair men are the same”
Dad, are you out there, lost in the snow?
Did you vanish with the test card when the shops let you go?

[Chorus]
My dad was the TV repair man
Or so the legend’s told
Vanished in the static
Left before I got old
Maybe he’s out there, tuning up the band
But nobody fixes tellies now in this digital land

[Bridge] [Breakdown, sarcastic, existential]
Do TV repair men even exist anymore?
Who needs a screwdriver when you’re buying brand new from the store?
I asked my mates, they said, “That’s proper mad—
Your old man’s a VHS ghost, what a punk rock dad!”

[Chorus]
My dad was the TV repair man
A myth on the council block
Maybe I’ll meet him on the airwaves
When the signal cuts to black

[Outro] [Band shouts, feedback]
So here’s to Dad, out there with his spanners
A legend in overalls, master of the hammers
If you’re listening, mate, you’re long overdue—
I’ll write this song in static, and dedicate it to you!