I still remember the world we shared Summers were longer and people still cared Listened in stereo to bright new sounds Before a time where everything should surround
Yeah, the songs are still in my head You see 'em supplanted by staleness instead
We have become the old generation Who knew the spirit of radio Here is to the old generation Without a fight we go
Who still recalls the love in the streets The wit of Cato and of Sellers 'neath the sheets The charm of Nouvion, the heroes of France You'd listen carefully; she'd say it only wance
Oh, it's an ill and ugly blow Such indoctrination; you all no longer know
We have become the old generation We were still right in our heads Here is to the old generation Who had some right, old sense
When did we take this turn for the worse? When did the line between the Self and the ego get blurred? The lost arts of subtlety and grace No longer relevant; the numb and ennuied have their way
We celebrate the degeneration Magic and mirth, I miss you so Fear and lament the new generation See how their mores sink lowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
