Daddy's Park Avenue

Sometimes gettin’ there was half the fun, Suburb kids chasin’ summer on the run. Took that plush ride down the road so free, AM/FM, 8‑track was my hifi dream, you see. Daddy’s Park Avenue glidin’ through the night, Streetlights flickerin’ as we rolled just right. We always had more room in Daddy’s Park Avenue, More room is right, we’d pile in with the crew. Jammin’ Hoodoo Gurus, six‑by‑nines in check, Bass hittin’ hard as we tore down the deck. Laughin’ at nothin’, just kids in the scene, Feelin’ ten feet tall in that big machine. Get on down the road, get on down, In that Buick rollin’ easy through our hometown. Could there ever be a better time, tell me true, Suburb kids in Daddy’s Park Avenue. Yeah, it’s got cruise control, it’s got Power Glide, Feelin’ like kings on a summer night ride, It’s just like a Cadillac. She glows in the night, Shuttlin’ those young men through the night, Chrome on the curb and the dash burnin’ bright, Keep rollin’, rollin’ right, Keep rollin’, rollin’ right. All those nights come back again, Golden now the way they never were then. Ridin’ through the dark where the streetlights bend, It’s just like a Cadillac. We always had more room, We always had more room, We always had more room in Daddy’s Park Avenue. Keep rollin’, keep rollin’ in the night, Keep rollin’, keep rollin’ in the night. Original song written by Doug Teel 2026