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Hippie Radio Lyrics

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 sungHe 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
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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