Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
I heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race

And Greg he writes letters and burns his CD's
They say you were something in those formative years
Well hold on to nothing as fast as you can
Well... still, pretty good year
Pretty good.

Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back
Maybe not so now you're off you're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about America
Pretty good year
Pretty good

Somethings are melting now
Somethings are melting now
Hey... what's it gonna take 'till my baby's all right
What's it gonna take 'till my baby's all right

And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty, your best friend agreed
Well... still pretty good year
Pretty good
Pretty good year

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