I’m pretty good with toddlers and with teaching kids to drive Once their brains come disconnected, and they start telling lies

The parents bring ‘em to me when they don’t know what to do They all tell me I’ve got the knack and maybe it’s true

Depending on the kid I strap ‘em in or let ‘em take the wheel I talk to ‘em like a Mustang when she don’t like how the halter feels

We drive around in circles till they nod off or they get the hang And here’s the thing, they always will

Sooner or later, most kids say something deep With their hands at ten and two or mumbling in their sleep

I’ve seen a couple generations turn three and then fourteen I’m familiar with what stages come in between

They’ll come out the other side like their parents did before I’ve taught a couple generations and I’d like to teach one more

Cause I’m pretty good with toddlers and with I’ll keep teaching kids to drive til my brain comes disconnected, and I stop recognizing lies