[Verse 1]
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
He was a young man then and I was a little fella
I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs
[Chorus 1]
"Carry On My Wayward Son" on the hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
And I was the band, and I would stand and we'd bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
[Verse 2]
Can't' remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
But I'll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
[Chorus 2]
It was "White Wedding" and "Rebel Yell" on the hippie radio
I was a "Werewolf in London," and she was "Lady Marmalade"'s soul
And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and a hippie radio
[Verse 3]
Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
He was a young man then and I was a little fella
I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs
[Chorus 1]
"Carry On My Wayward Son" on the hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
And I was the band, and I would stand and we'd bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
[Verse 2]
Can't' remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
But I'll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
[Chorus 2]
It was "White Wedding" and "Rebel Yell" on the hippie radio
I was a "Werewolf in London," and she was "Lady Marmalade"'s soul
And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and a hippie radio
[Verse 3]
Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song
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