We're headin home in the station wagon
Wood-grain vinyl down both sides
Get in now or miss the ride.
It's too much fun seeing where you've been
So I'll take the seat that's sunken in.
Down bumpy roads we have no fear
Grab the baby; don't spill the beer
We land in laps but don't get mad
That's why our doors have these pads
An opaque cloud from glowing smokes
Cigarettes for all the folks
The cloud turns brown on the dry dirt road
Our eyes get stung round wheel well holes
We're pulling in so watch your toes
You might get wet when the holes explode
Doors fly open, six kids get out
In less time it takes to shout
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