Red White & Blue Dream (Oops!) Kimya Dawson

Jimmy would always look out
At all the motorcycles
As they passed him by
In his mama's car
They was going somewhere
Not very far

But Jimmy just sat in the backseat thinking
One day I'm gonna fly away
Fly, fly, fly
Red, white, and blue dreams
Oh yeah the American dream
On the road

Little Bobby-Ray he saw the way
When his mother tried
To talk to his father
His father turned away
Then he'd look out
And he'd see those folks
Riding on their bikes
And he saw the love between them
And he knew

Jimmy stayed up late at night
Thinking about the boys
Who tried to start a fight
Out on the corner with
Their greased back hair