With the windows down and the radio loud she’s singing as she cruises ‘round the town.
She’s got her short shorts on and her hair’s streaming in the breeze, she’s smiling and she’s waving bringing guys to their knees.
She’s nineteen, and it’s seventy nine, the summer’s rolling on and all is fine.
Billy Joel is singing “Stranger”, and she sees her greatest danger as the boy she’s been stringing along.
Out of the blue comes a sound to her that’s new and it stops her dead in her tracks.
It’s a little baby girl who is the focus of her world and reality of a sudden is back.
She’s in a mini van with a bottle in her hand, and a seat full of groceries to boot.
She’s wearing mom jeans, Elmo’s singing ABC, and her world is surrounded by cute.
She thinks back on those days when just cruising was the way to spend her free time in the sun.
Now she’s by the kiddie pool and she’s wiping off the drool that has just run down her arm.
She reflects as she coos that those days may have been misused but they sure were lots of fun.
Now that boy is a dad because of all the fun they had and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She still sings as she goes, but it’s “head, shoulders, knees, and toes”, and she’s happy with the life she has.