As the son of a son of a steeler
I grabbed a dinner from out of my freezer
Expanded my view of the worker and boss
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a friendly balloon man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read thousands of books about trivia facts
And I've learned lots from the known and obscure

Son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a steeler
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now way in the near future
In the center of Pennsylvania
You can cheer for old Penn State
As they greet you in the foyer

And the lady she hails from Australia
The island continent
Essence for food, and she's never rude
She's just rarely glad to see you

Haul the sheet in as they labor all day
Like their fathers used to do the same way
The whistle blows as the shifts transition
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends, I can't fathom, my friends
If I knew, I would let go of my balloons
So I'll drive along always searching for songs
Not a lawyer, a thief, or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a steeler
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

I'm just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a steeler
The stage is in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer