Lyrics

VERSE 1
With my best friend John and my brother Mike
we were puttin’ final touches on our super bike
no pedals or breaks and it didn’t really matter
it was a down hill record we were out to shatter
with the front wheel borrowed off of Mary’s tricycle
it had the aerodynamics of a Soviet Missile
and we couldn’t wait to prove she’s sharp as a thistle
when we hear the sound of that Helms Man’s Whistle
CHORUS
The bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s comin’
gotta’ flag down the chef of that rollin’ oven
make him stop at the curb and roll out the tray
I wonder what goodies did he bring today
the bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s comin’
all the kids on the block hit the ground a runnin’
give me a maple log a jelly filled my Daddy needs a dozen
ain’t nothin’ like the smell of that Rollin’ Oven
VERSE 2
It was Summer Break way back in 57
we were free as a breeze a little slice of heaven
with a big old box from the furniture store
gonna’ drag it on home n’ make a club house fort
all huddled up inside gonna’ stay for days
cuz’ we’re safe from the dirt clod hand grenades
then our hearts beat fast, our tastebuds bristle
when we hear the sound of that Helms Man’s Whistle
CHORUS 2
The bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s comin’
gotta’ flag down the chef of that rollin’ oven
make him stop at the curb and roll out the tray
CHORUS 2
The bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s comin’
gotta’ flag down the chef of that rollin’ oven
make him stop at the curb and roll out the tray
I wonder what goodies did he bring todaythe bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s
comin’all the kids on the block hit the ground a runnin’
give us some doughnut holes, a loaf a rye and somethin’ for my cousin
ain’t nothin’ like the smell of that Rollin’ Oven
VERSE 3
Now I miss those days bare footin’ thru the briars
brother Mike was the wizard with the water pump pliers
now he’s flyin’ helicopters over forest fires
f
ightin’ politicians and assorted liars
I lost touch with John a long time ago
but our Moms still talk on the telephone
she says he’s got a little vineyard up in Carmel Valley
just him and the wine and a dog named Sally
and me I’m doin’ what I always do
playin’ my guitar and writIn’ songs for you
thinkin’ on back when the days were simple
waitin’ for the sound of that Helms Man’s Whistle
CHORUS 3
The bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s comin’
gotta’ flag down the chef of that rollin’ oven
make him stop at the curb and roll out the tray
I wonder what goodies did he bring today
the bread truck’s comin’ Ma the bread truck’s comin’
all the kids on the block hit the ground a runnin’
a walnut twist a chocolate cake will send us all a buzzin’
ain’t nothin’ like the smell of that Rollin’ Oven
well I couldn’t stop grinnin’ and nothin said lovin’ like a
Summer Sugar High from that Rollin’ Oven