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 quite 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 quite disarming 
Even thought the neighborhood is new 
Everybody looks like you 
At the soda fountain and 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