Fuller Brush Man

When I was maybe three or four The Fuller Brush man would knock at the door He'd always tell me, "Boy, you're gonna miss the fun! Time you're old enough the honky-tonks'll all be gone." Momma had no sense with cars She drove a Sunbeam and she drove it hard Left her stranded time and again Didn't matter, you could do that then And they danced on the rooftops Let their hearts run wild Such a sight to the eyes of a child We were used to all the best The man from U.N.C.L.E. and the Wild, Wild West We ruled the skies from a backyard swing Nothing that flies could've stopped that thing While they danced on the rooftops Let their hearts run wild Such a sight to the eyes of a child Blood-stained blacktops twist up between the wheels Before we knew it it was all too real The voice of reason confined to the past And all that mattered was to get there fast So we could dance on the rooftops Let our hearts run wild (hearts run wild) Should it all come down to your last thin dime You can dial that number one more time But the phone won't ring cause the line's gone dead It's lost in history Like I said, it's gone So now we give it all we got Pick em up at daycare in a state of shock Frayed at the edges and torn at the seams It rarely happens in our wildest dreams That we dance on the rooftops, let our hearts run wild And it ain't for the sake of the child You don't too often see a sunbeam anymore You never see a Fuller Brush man or a dinosaur The voice of reason rules with an iron fist Please forgive me if I'm not prepared to handle this