I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did

As it's awfully hard
To get used to this
Playing the old **** part
Like nobodies biz

All this growing up
Is mostly out to lunch
Will you pass the peas
Thank you very much

Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
And beside of me

With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair

And a belly, Budda
Would be proud of
As I haven't missed
Too many times at lunch

With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times

If I had the chance
To do it all again
I'll show you where
If you tell me when

Cause I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
And all the crazy things
That I always did...