Many years from now When your grandchildren climb up on your knee You may be quite astonished to see How many channels they can change on TV
When some old film in black and white Comes on and there you are up on the screen Or is it someone just like someone you've been Looking not a day over nineteen
"Granddad", the little ones are asking you "Why do you look so sad?" So you tell them all about the fun you had
"Back in '64, before you were born People had no time for pouring scorn (Or scoring porn) On dreams of love and peace, no one was obese Only tight trousers were worn"
"Back in '64, we were at it like knives Back in '64, the time of our lives Was in the present tense Now, does that make common sense? Any more than girls with hair-dos called beehives?"
Back in '64, before you were born Back in '64, before you were born But as you've gone on and on Your audience has flown And as you find yourself all on your own
You may wistfully recall How Benjamin Disraeli said that Life is too short to be small Or maybe like some old time song Over all it's long so, so long, it's all overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
