Sing with me…
Dad bought a trailer, said, “This thing’ll do just fine,Mom packed half the kitchen like we’re gone till ninety-nine.Aunt Hela brought her suitcase, then she showed up with three more,Now we’re stacking folding chairs against the bathroom door.Cooler in the hallway, beach towels on the bed,Dad keeps saying, “That’s enough” nobody heard what Dad said.Even that poor hamster got bananas for the ride,And somehow there’s a barbecue we couldn’t leave behind.So tell me, are we leaving or just moving out today?Do we really need all this just to spend a week away?And when this overloaded trailer finally hits the road,Who’s gonna tell my father that we’re hauling half our home?That’s how we roll when summer comes around,Windows wide open, all that noise turned up loud.Something falls over we just pass it around,We lose our way laughing, then somehow get found.Back and forth, side to side, wherever this road goes,Nobody really cares, long as everybody knows:If we’re gonna lose our minds, there’s one way to goLose ’em all together that’s how this family rolls.Grandma’s in the back with a map folded in two,Cousin’s got the radio blasting old songs blue.Somebody forgot the sunscreen, somebody packed the grill,And the dog’s got a spot beside the chipped orange cooler still.We stop at every diner like we’re running for a prize,With ketchup on our fingers and salt up in our eyes.It’s chaos in a summer frame, all dents and laughs and scars,But every mile feels smaller when we’re piled in one car.That’s how we roll when summer comes around,Windows wide open, all that noise turned up loud.Something falls over we just pass it around,We lose our way laughing, then somehow get found.Back and forth, side to side, wherever this road goes,Nobody really cares, long as everybody knows:If we’re gonna lose our minds, there’s one way to goLose ’em all together that’s how this family rolls.When the sun goes down and the tempers start to show,We’re still shoulder to shoulder on that narrow little road.Every wrong turn, every spill, every joke Dad tells,Turns into the story that we’ll tell ourselves.That’s how we roll when summer comes around,Windows wide open, all that noise turned up loud.Something falls over we just pass it around,We lose our way laughing, then somehow get found.Back and forth, side to side, wherever this road goes,Nobody really cares, long as everybody knows:If we’re gonna lose our minds, there’s one way to goLose ’em all together that’s how this family rolls.