Changing strings,
And banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
(With rockets for fists)
Acting like Saturdays fool
Learned how to smoke,
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
* And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands Or they're dead
** Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong-ooh
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew bryan adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound get me out of this town
Resonating clear on my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
I'm pretty sure that he's dead
( * , ** )
