My car is now a taxi that runs for free
i think my kids are taking advantage of me
they whine for rides
if only they would walk in stride
the oldest is fourteen
he thinks he is a king
the middle one is twelve
what lines he tries to tell
the last one is seven
she is an angel straight from heaven
they could ride their bikes
or just take a hike
i come and go
where i stop nobody knows
my gas take is always on e
they won't slow down for me
here and there and everywhere
never a thank you they just don't care
pretty soon they will be grown
the taxi will miss them when they are on their own
