Boy On Wheels
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!
©1998 & c.2012 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI