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  • 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
  • [00:13.238] My daddy had a pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
    [00:18.521] He was a young man then and I was a little fella
    [00:23.831] I'd play in that bench back seat
    [00:26.089] And listen to the songs get sung
    [00:28.949] He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket
    [00:31.299] But he'd sing at the top of his lungs
    [00:34.407] Carry on my wayward son on the hippie radio
    [00:39.431] Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
    [00:44.852] And I was a band I would stand
    [00:47.444] And we'd bounce down the road
    [00:50.386] A boy and his dad in a pontiac with that hippie radio
    [01:01.464] Can't' remember if it was seventeen maybe eighteen is right
    [01:06.183] But I'll never forget those baby blues
    [01:08.937] And the glow of that dashboard light
    [01:12.190] I'd won her heart the week before
    [01:14.382] And it was hot right from the start
    [01:17.464] I busted her brother billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
    [01:22.311] It was white wedding and rebel yell on the hippie radio
    [01:27.757] I was a werewolf in london
    [01:30.537] And she was lady marmalade's soul
    [01:33.644] And I'd crank the band take her hand
    [01:35.498] And we'd pull off back a road
    [01:38.926] A boy and his girl in a pontiac and the hippie radio
    [01:55.891] Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
    [02:01.210] I was pacing a maternity floor my flower baby was a mother
    [02:06.465] My hands were shaking as we were leaving taking our boy home
    [02:11.712] My heart was full and in my head
    [02:13.933] I could hear a long long song
    [02:18.129] Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
    [02:23.467] A-b-c 1-2-3 don't blink or he'll be gone
    [02:28.915] And I took her hand and
    [02:30.373] She just smiled with a look that said I know
    [02:34.314] A boy and his dad
    [02:35.407] And a boy and his girl in a pontiac
    [02:41.224] And the hippie radio