(A Child's View Of) The Eisenhower Years - Al Stewart

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