Carry me up them stairs,
With my white socks on,
And my pretty song,
You like my blue nail polish.
"What is all this?",
You said, "The mess upstairs, don’t be scared."
Daddy dearest,
You know how I like to take trips,
Pops, first stop at the K-Mart.
Buy me my peach lip-gloss,
Cigarettes and lollipops,
Mad Magazines and white socks.
All in your car
For our trip across the USA.
We’re gonna party like it’s 1949,
We in the Pontiac from July to July.
It’s a flower motel nation,
Day and night on our last vacation.
We gonna see it all,
Before we say goodbye.
Daddy likes Blackpool Pleasure Beach, and road-stops.
Baby, likes the Swiss Alps,
Souvenir gift-shops.
Late night, midnight,
Radio show talks,
Daddy, baby, big jail break.
Ponytail and lollipops,
Dinerettes and soda-pops,
New blue bathing suit,
Ruched tops and Cadillacs.
Blue LA Carter Docks,
Hop-scotch, I talk,
Alabama hard knocks,
Motel brass locks.
We’re gonna party like it’s 1949,
We in the Pontiac from July to July.
It’s a motel flower nation,
Day and night on our last vacation.
We gonna see it all before he says goodbye.
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