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...
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
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...
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