Way back when
In sixty seven
I was the dandy
of Gamma Chi
Sweet things from Boston
So young and willing
Moved down to Scarsdale
Where the hell am I
Hey, Nineteen
No we can't
dance together
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Hey, Nineteen
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember
The Queen of Soul, hmm
It's hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I'm crazy
But I'm just growing old
Hey, Nineteen
No we got
nothing in common
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Nice
Shaw looks good
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Scare little low and down
Say it again
The fine
Colombian, make tonight
a wonderful thing
