Thinking lots of a pretty face
When we were yong, such smashing days
We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways
Happy just to be Iiving-oh yeah!
Too many summers controlled our heads
Too many memories - so many dead
We fall behind but we also lead them
Listened all the time to a Singular Band
Put our resources into one Appollo
We only had to watch and follow
Then swoop around like a possessed swallow
Thinking only of winning