Hippie Radio Melody

Intro 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 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. 4x 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 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 Outro