Wheels

Wheels
by Tom Chapin
© 1996 The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Gonna tell ya ’bout a girl they call the Pearl,
Yes, the Pearl of Paraguay
And how she likes to ride her bike
Whenever she can, wherever she may.
She goes up the hill, then down the hill,
She’s whizzing from there to here,
And now that girl they call the Pearl
Is grinning from ear to ear.
Because of her wheels
And the wonderful way that it feels.
She’s covering ground by rolling around
Slipping and sliding on, rocking and riding on,
Grinning and gliding on wheels.

Gonna tell ya ’bout a man from Kazakhstan,
And this man owns an ox,
Then he gets an idea, put a couple of wheels
Under a box, a great big box.
He loads up the box and asks the ox,
“Would you pull it from there to here?”
And now that man from Kazakhstan
Is grinning from ear to ear,
Because of his wheels
That’s the way that he earns his meals;
He’s covering ground by rolling around
Slipping and sliding on, rocking and riding on,
Grinning and gliding on wheels.

Every train, every plane and every automobile
Are rollin’ from Poland to Greenland
To Queensland,
The world runs ’round on wheels.
(World runs ’round on wheels).

Gonna tell ya ’bout a boy from Illinois
Who had bad legs and could not stand,
Then he got himself a chair,
A chair with wheels,
And now his world is a wonderland.
With a laugh and a whoop
He does a loop-de-loop
Just because it’s so much fun.
He’s rolling through space, a smile on his face
Because his fun has just begun.
Because of his wheels
And the wonderful way that it feels.
He’s covering ground by rolling around
Slipping and sliding on, rocking and riding on,
Grinning and gliding on wheels.
The world runs ’round on wheels.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Around The World And Back Again CD.

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