Goin’ Places

Me and the old man mapped it out
Fastest route to the Senate floor
Youngest man to be senator elect
How so?
The usual way
Pick up some medals overseas
Kick the butts of those SOBs
Zip back home
Get married and gain respect
I'll fly back here to Easthampton
Scoop you right up into the cockpit
My hair!

Kid, we're goin' places
Goin' places you never dreamed you'd see
As your social graces give some panache to me
I'll do my best

With your pensive smile
And fairer style
That debonaire joie de vivre
Kid, we're goin' places your mama won't believe'
You know the trouble with the White House, Joe?
It could use a little color

Picture the White House I'd restore
Not to criticize Eleanor
Home decor just isn't her stock in trade
You dress up any room just by being in it

And as a former Waldorf deb
I'll make fashion my cause celeb
Call it my American style crusade!
Remember Joe, it's not what you wear
No, no, no
It's how you wear it!

Kid, we're goin' places
Goin' places we never dreamed we'd get
As our love's embraces fill up the basinet
Slow down! Not yet

With your Colgate grin
Dick Tracy chin
That Hollywood film star sheen
Kid, we're goin' places
The nation's never seen

New worlds await
Beyond the garden gate
As long as we've each other
Long as I escape my mother

Your mother?
Well, shouldn't I be the one who matters most?
But you are. Of course you are!
The way you talk, a fella could forget
You're the only one on my dance card

Oh, the signs are good
So knock on wood
We're gonna be A-OK

'Cause the place we're goin'
We're goin' all the way
We're goin' all the way

We're goin' all the way
We're goin' all the way!



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Frankel, Michael Korie
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