[Verse 1] My daddy had a Pontiac on the beigeer side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella Id play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldnt carry a tune in a bucket but hed 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 wed bounce down the road A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio [Verse 2] Cant remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right But Ill never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light Id won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start I busted her brother Billys 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 Marmalades soul And Id crank the band, take her hand and wed 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 [Chorus 3] Cats in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio ABC, 123, dont blink or hell 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 and a Pontiac And a hippie radio
hippie, pontiac, radio, boy, beigeer