Tailgating With Tots

Please sing the following lyrics to the tune of "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer":

Stroller got run over at a tailgate . . .
rolling into traffic, Sunday eve
you may think that's no place for a baby
in retrospect, of course, I must agree.

Everyone was drinking too much beer
And next thing you know, I had to "go"
Since I dread porta potties,
I checked RVs for someone I might know

When I returned one hour later,
at the scene of the attack,
the stroller had tire prints on its seat,
and incriminatin' marks on its back.

Stroller got run over by a drunk guy,
rolling into traffic Sunday eve.
You can say a baby should not tailgate,
it was a lapse in judgment, I believe.

Thank god our son was not in it,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Al.

It's not the same without our stroller.
All the family dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we buy another one or send it back?
(Send it back)

Stroller got run over at a tailgate
rolling into traffic, Sunday eve,
you may think that's no place for a baby
in retrospect, of course, I must agree.