Little Red Wagon

You only love me for my big sunglasses

And my Tony Lamas

And my Dodge Dart Classic

You said, “I’ll be Johnny and you’ll be June

I’ll ride with you to the moon.”

But guess what?

You can’t ride in my little red wagon

The front seat’s broken and the axle’s draggin’

You can’t step to this backyard swagger

You know it ain’t my fault when I’m walkin’ jaws droppin’ like

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah

Oh, heaven help me

I’ve been sowing wildflower seeds

And chasing tumbleweeds

But that’s just who I be

And you’re just trying to slow this rolling stone

But I’m on to you baby

So guess what?

You can’t ride in my little red wagon

The front seat’s broken and the axle’s draggin’

No, you can’t step to this backyard swagger

You know it ain’t my fault when I’m walkin’ jaws droppin’ like

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah

Oh, you only love me for my big sunglasses

And my Tony Lamas

I live in Oklahoma

And I’ve got long, blonde hair

And I play guitar, and I go on the road

And I do all the shit you wanna do

And my dog does tricks

And I ain’t about drama, y’all

And I love my apron

But I ain’t your mama!

So guess what?

What?

You can’t ride in my little red wagon

The front seat’s broken and the axle’s draggin’

No, you can’t step to this backyard swagger

You know it ain’t my fault when I’m walkin’ jaws droppin’ like

Ooh, ah, ooh, ah

Ooh, yeah. Ah. Ooh. Ah!