Roll Home to Me

When I was fifteen, back in the wild ’80s scene,
I had a ’68 Volkswagen, beat-up but a queen.
Oxidized red, little manual fire,
Carried teenage dreams and every crazy desire.
Jumped railroad tracks, made my daddy yell,
But that tiny little bug took every hill so well.
Zippin’ through the mountains, tiny car, big dreams—
Slippin’ through the gaps where the muscle cars screamed.


Now I’m nearly sixty with the sun in my hair,
Feelin' that pull, that spark in the air.
Started lookin’ at Volkswagens just for fun…
And Universe said, “Oh really? Let’s get this done.”


I’m the Zippy Hippy,
Ridin’ toward the breeze,
Manifestin’ my convertible,
Top down by the seas.
Where the palm trees sway
And the sunshine kisses me—
I’m callin’ in my R-Line Volkswagen,
Let her roll on home to me.


But the moment I started manifestin’ that joy,
My van said, “HEY girl,” like a mischievous boy.
Black Betty wouldn’t start, battery said “nah,”
My big ol’ VAN-BORGHINI throwin’ drama like a star.
But she’s carried me everywhere, loyal and true—
Even she knows Mama’s dreamin’ something new.
She’s a road warrior queen with a heart of steel,
But the wind-in-my-hair bug is callin’ for real.


So I smile at the signs and the cosmic tricks,
Laughin’ at the Universe and all its little kicks.
If a battery tantrum’s what it takes to begin,
Then baby let the manifestation roll on in.


I’m the Zippy Hippy,
Cruisin' toward the breeze,
Manifestin’ my convertible,
Top down by the seas.
Where Florida highways sparkle
And the ocean sets me free—
Callin’ in my little blue Volkswagen,
Let her roll on home to me.


A1A dreams, sunset glow,
Radio on low, got nowhere to go.
Every mile a whisper sayin’, “Girl, hold tight—
Your Volkswagen magic’s comin’ into sight.”


‘Cause I’m the Zippy Hippy,
Born wild, drivin’ free,
Ready for my sunshine chariot,
Where I’m meant to be.
With Black Betty cheerin’ for me
Like the queen she’ll always be—
I’m manifestin’ my Volkswagen destiny…
Let her roll…
Let her roll…
Right home to me.

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