Lyrics

Griddle In The Middle

An old stove with a griddle in the middle

Four black burners that are not too little
Old-timey like a banjo and a fiddle
An old stove with a griddle in the middle

I like the sound of a mid-fifties Martin
Singing a song I can really put my heart in
Hank Williams or Jimmy Martin
When Rock and Roll was just getting started

Why can’t they do it like they used to do
A gaberdine shirt with saddle shoes
It was good enough for me and good enough for you
If you were made in the fifties too
If you were made in the fifties too.

When I was reading Maurice Sendak
You could listen to the King and Bird back to back
Daddy was working on the cold hard facts
And Mama was an artist, she didn’t need to look back

There was a boy with a D.A. on the front porch slide
Tryin’ to duck and cover with no place to hide
Kerouac was trying to get a ride
And the whole cold war got blamed on the other side

There were greasers and bucks in a launderette
Drinking coca-cola round a chrome dinette
A platinum blond in a red corvette
That’s about as fifties as you can get

Why can’t it be the way it used to be
With a ponytail and cuffed dungarees
It was good enough for you and good enough for me
Hey, I was made in the fifties too
I was made in the fifties too.

Turn up the flame underneath the griddle
Pancakes bubble from the side to the middle
Eggs frying and a steaming kettle
On an old stove with a griddle in the middle
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Why can’t we do it like they used to do
When the poets were beat and the jazz was cool
It was good enough for me and good enough for you
Hey, we were made in the fifties too
We were made in the fifties too