The Traveling, Care for Kiddie, Blues (A song about traveling with children)

My wife said, "Dear,
Don't you think that we're
About ready for some traveling time?"
I, in reply, said with a sigh,
"I suppose that would be just fine.
But remember, love,
That the Lord above
Gave us four little kids to rear
And the car's back seat
Won't be too neat,
And the kiddies will be something to fear.

Refrain:
We've got the traveling, care for kiddie, blues.
We've got the traveling, care for kiddie, blues.
When you turn that key
For a two week spree,
You'll get the traveling, care for kiddie, blues.

So we're on our way, wishing we had stayed;
Knowing very well that we will here
A still small voice,
Saying, "There's no choice;
It's either stop, or I'll go right here.
Please Daddy, Dear,
Let's stop right here,
'Cause I know that I just can't wait."
So I know I can't win;
I force myself to grin;
Then I hear, "Sorry Dad, too late."

Back to refrain:

As time goes on,
We hear a brand new song,
"I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, let's eat."
So, I know I can't win,
It's McDonald's, Drive-in.
We enter, and we take our seat.
"I want some fries,
Give me hot apple pies,
Give me this, give me that, give me those."
With the urge to kill,
I'm alright until
A little brat shoves a fry up my nose.

Back to refrain:

It's all over now
And we wonder how
In the world we have lasted this long.
As we turn the key
From our two spree,
It's no wonder why our nerves are gone.
We sigh with relief,
Share a common grief,
We see four sleepy heads in the rear.
Four angels we know,
With their halos aglow,
They're our little, red-horn-headed, dears.

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