A bit of a laugh with a few old mates, and just too autobiographical for words (!!!!). A typical sentiment for ye average suburban Joe navel deep in commitments. When life starts to look like the inside of a freshly-squiggled nappy the good ole days seem a damn sight better than they were, even with the dim memories of adolescent growing pains.
Style/Mood: Upbeat. Ye good ole vintage rock 'n roll on uppers. Shades of a frenetic Jerry Lee in the background. Stepping out of his supports and back to his wildwoods days for just a mo.
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A Friday night we were drinking late
Would-be casanovas in prime time
Just eighteen and we felt so mean
It was a teenage law to steal a street sign
Then Billy said, "Let's hit the college pool
And show those college girls a thing or two"
I didn't know much but hell nobody knew
Tequila would see us through
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And what we did was so good
We had more fun than I could
Ever remember in all my days
Ever remember in all my ways
Never forget a thing we said
Never forget a thing we did
And what we did was so good
I really didn't want to go home
Our mate Bob was going to marry Lorraine
So we gave him a hell of a send off
Got him so drunk he didn't know his name
Then we took away the poor bastard's clothes
We shackled him up in a ball and chain
Dumped him in the cross and we drove away
When we told Lorraine you couldn't die of shame
She sort of had a few words to say
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Then I started thinking 'bout this and that
My head was full of such sad stuff
I wandered restless through cities and lands
Nothing I did seemed to be quite good enough
Then one day I came back through my home town
Called up old friends, ôWell come on roundö
Wives and babies and mortgaged bliss
What we do for that certain kiss
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