Friday night fish at the fireside.
Sunday night church at riverside.
We doused our fire stones with bleach.
Our eyes would water as the tires screeched.
Had a big fight on the boathouse dock,
and I told my old man that I wanna rock.
it was ninteen eighty-five.
We would gladly sell our cars to keep the band alive
Don't you think it's a little absurd?
Don't you think the neighbors overheard?
We were screamin' at the top of our lungs,
'cause mom wouldn't let us have a BB gun.
In the snow I took my driver's test,
Who'd've thought it'd lead to my arrest.
Did the cheerleaders give the cops a hint?
about the midnight egg-throwing incident.
Then Dad turned on the fire,
Mom passed out our parachutes,
Big brother walked the wire,
And I laced up my rocket boots.
And we all piled in the Rambler,
and we listend to the gambler on the way.
"You gotta know when to hold 'em"
Our brains were happy and our feet were fried,
At a dead halt 'cause the horse had died.
We could stretch around a city block.
That meant nothing to the typical jock.
Then it came time to forge ahead.
So Mikey and Me and Heather and Ed,
had to move to Californ-I-A,
and I met and married my little Bonnie Jay
Then Dad turned on the fire,
Mom passed out our parachutes,
Big brother walked the wire,
And I laced up my rocket boots.
And we all piled in the Chevy,
and we headed for the levee singing:
"Bye bye, Miss American pie"