Spinning my wheels
At thirty thousand feet above the ground
Mama listen to them big jet engines whine
Goin’ nowhere at half the speed of sound
Even in a 747 there are things you can’t leave behind
I packed something besides my clothes
Tell you something that everyone should know
A man’ll take his troubles with him
Anywhere he goes

Mama gets the washer-dryer
Baby gets some brand-new shoes
Papa gets them trans-continental
Post-nativity blues

Nothin’ you can do, nothin’ you can say
Somebody said that wishin’ won’t make it so
You can’t deal with it here
You can’t deal with it half a world away
All the miles in between
Are just guaranteed to let you know

The faster you run the sooner you come
Right back to where you started from
Spend your life runnin’ in circles
Is bound to hurt you some

Mama gets the washer-dryer
Baby gets some brand-new shoes
Papa gets them trans-continental
Post-nativity blues

I packed something besides my clothes
Tell you something that everybody knows
A man’ll lake his troubles with him
Everywhere he goes

Mama gets the washer-dryer
Baby gets some brand-new shoes
Papa gets them trans-continental
Post-nativity blues

Mama gets the washer-dryer
Baby gets some brand-new shoes
Papa gets them trans-continental
Post-nativity blues

Mama gets the washer-dryer
Baby gets some brand-new shoes
Papa gets them trans-continental
Post-nativity blues