Sister cries out from her baby bed
Brother runs in feathers on his head
Momma’s in a room learning how to sew
Daddy’s drinking beer listening to the radio
Hank Williams sings Kaw-Ligil and Dear John
And time marches on, time marches on
Sister’s using rouge and clear complexion soap
Brother’s wearing beads and he smokes a lot of dope
Momma is depressed barely makes a sound
Daddy’s got a girlfriend in another town
Bob Dylan sings Like a Rolling Stone
And time marches on, time marches on
The South moves North, the North moves South
A star is born, a star burns out
The only thing that stays the same is
Everything changes, everything changes
Sister calls herself sexy grandma
Brother’s on a diet high cholesterol
Momma’s out of touch with reality
Daddy’s in the ground beneath the maple tree
As the angels sing an old Hank Williams song
Time marches on, time marches on
Time marches on, time marches on
Time marches on, time marches on