Hippie Radio歌词

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
A boy and his dad
And a boy and his girl in a pontiac
And the hippie radio