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BOY ON WHEELS    
©1998 &  c.2012 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI

Little tike riding on his little trike
Roaring through the neighborhood
Sunny little towhead, tornado all in bright red
He's looking good
He's just a boy on wheels - he's just a boy on wheels
Mom's a little nervous - the kid's a little reckless
He up and goes
Papa says it's all right, Mom's a little uptight
Inside he knows - that's just a boy on wheels
He's just a boy on wheels

Wind up the wind, and away we go
There’s no point in going if you gotta go slow

Later when he’s sixteen, racing on a ten speed
Why walk when you can ride
Up the streets everywhere, he no longer cuts his hair
It’s his disguise
Mama cries Oh my, he’s just a girl on wheels!
There's a motor bike in college, he smokes a little foliage
Out in LA
He tanks her up and shifts her, hangs out like a drifter
In Monterey
He loves the way it feels to be a boy on wheels

​Here comes a girl, on skates she flies
She steals his heart – their life goes rolling by
Life goes rolling by for a boy and a girl on wheels
Rolling, rolling

Their kids are off and running, he thinks about retiring
He can’t sit still
He needs to find the answers to move a little faster
Up over the hill
She buys him brand new wheels, two-seater-stud-mobile
Youth cannot escape him when he’s set in motion
It comes from underneath the hood
Got a sun burn on his bald head tornado in a corvette
He’s looking good - he’s just a boy on wheels

Wind up the wind, and away we go
There’s no point in going if you gotta go slow
If you’re going on wheels!

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