Stephen Bard - Westhampton

Your mind is the sky but your daddy's in flux
Mouth is just a sewer in the rented black tuxedo
Guy in a speedo running up and down the beach
Some things should obviously stay way out of reach
An infinite grasp upon nothing at all
Drink is going fast with your back against the wall
Every last bottle down the drainpipe of your throat
Give her full throttle while you still have the motorboat
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young and to get right down to it
Oh to be young
To be young again
Even if you could be
How much different would you do it?
How many people did he screw on the scheme?
How many millions were flushed into the pipe dream?
How many tears did he shed the day they caught him?
How many years you think all that stolen freedom bought him?
Nothing but a third wheel cramping up the fourth date
Some people don't have a clue how to appreciate
Tired of these trivial exchanges over dinner
Dad is just a gangster and mom is just a gold digger
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young and to get right down to it
Oh to be young
To be young again
Even if you could be
How much different would you do it?
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young again
Oh to be young
To be young again
Even if you could be
How much different would you do it?
I hate to pour the salt
None of it's your fault
But if you want the truth
Youth is wasted on the youth
I hate to pour the salt
None of it is your fault
But if you want the truth
Youth is wasted on the youth

Written by:
Stephen Bard

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