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
Carry on my wayward son on a hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
And I was band and I would stand and we'd bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac with that hippie radio
verse 2
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 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
Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ah-ooooo
Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
Ah-ooooo
verse 1
A child arrived just the other day
Came to the world in the usual way
There were planes to catch, bills to pay
He learned to walk while i was away
He was talking 'fore i knew it and when he could, he said
"I'm gonna be like you, dad,
You know i'm gonna be like you"
The cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and a man on the moon
When you comin' home son, I don't know when
We'll get together then,
You know we'll have a good time then
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
Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
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
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