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. Haha… pretty good.

Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back, back, back.
Maybe not, so now you´re off, you´re gonna see America.
Well let me tell you something about a-
Nanah, nanah, nanah, nanah, nanah, na-America.
Pretty good year, haha... pretty good.

Somethings are melting now. Somethings are melting now- well,
HEY... WHAT´S IT GONNA TAKE ´TILL MY BABY´S ALL RIGHT?

WHAT´S IT GONNA TAKE ´TILL MY BABY´S ALL Right... haha...

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