| You’re on your way back home in a brand new station wagon
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| A pile of rolling chrome, ten miles to the gallon
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| Your mother puts her makeup on, you watch her crunch the gears
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| It’s a child’s view of the Eisenhower years
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| Your father knows what’s best, no one to upstage him
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| He thinks he’s so well dressed, finds new things to outrage him
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| Elvis on the television, G.I.'s in Korea
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| It’s a child’s view of the Eisenhower years
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| I don’t mind the innocence so much in fact it’s charming
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| The comedians have got a certain touch that’s so disarming
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| Even though the aliens from space haunt the weekend matinees
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| Super heroes keep the citizenry safe
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| There’s a beep in the sky in 1957
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| A metal ball that flies through Soviet heaven
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| Papers shout the headlines, politicians fan the fears
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| It’s a child’s view of the Eisenhower years
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| I don’t mind the innocence so much in fact it’s charming
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| And the girls in their hoop skirts have got a style that’s so disarming
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| Even thought the neighborhood is new
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| Everybody looks like you at the soda fountain or the schoolyard too
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| See the baseball fly out across the diamond
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| Jimmy Jones and I we’ve both got good timing
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| To be born into a greased back world, all hips and teenage sneers
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| It’s a child’s view of the Eisenhower years |