(A Child's View of) The Eisenhower Years

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