It's Mack Tonight

Oh the clock struck, half past five dear

As we played on, Sunday night.
In the door shot, young Mack B. babe
And the evening, ah, was a delight.

Ya know those baseballs, in our basket
The boy he’s got a, golden arm
I’ll get a glove, and, take young Mack B.
Outback to play, when, it gets warm

But tonight we’re inside, with our Toots train
And he watches, as I take the mic
I push the button, the red light glows, and then
That little train, well, it came to life

Mom fixed meatballs, and spaghetti
After a prayer, we, passed it around
We’re now big boys, we’re not babies
And now we want, uh, Mack B around

After dinner, we played piano
The night was filled, with, a joyful sound
It’s been quiet, on McCreary, but now
Vacation’s over, and young Mack, he’s back in town