Strapped in his stroller seat Little shoes on his little feet Mama pushes him up the street And he waves as the cars go by Though he’s too young to know He doesn’t have much control He just sits back and lets life roll He’s having fun and he don’t know why
chorus: And his wheels go around Hear the sound of all the distance traveled To where we begin and where we end We’re just rolling on our wheels
Eighteen and life’s a bore He knows there’s gotta be more Than pushing brooms and mopping floors He doesn’t waste another day Downtown he finds a man Who signs him up for Uncle Sam At the time it seemed like a plan And his Mama cried as he drove away
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The last eighty years have flown And now he’s too old to live alone He wishes he could go back home But he knows why His old legs are obsolete But the nurse tells him that he’s sweet She wheels him in when it’s time to eat And he really likes the Rhubarb pie