hippie radio

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

carry on my wayward son on the hippie radio

songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll

and i was a band

i would stand and we'd bounce down the road

a boy and his dad in a pontiac with that hippie radio

can't' remember if it was seventeen

maybe eighteen is right

but i'll never forget those baby blues and 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

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 the hippie radio

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

cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio

a-b-c

1-2-3

don't blink or he'll be gone

and i took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said i know"