How it was when we were just kids Looking back On the past Yeah those were the days we thought we'd never lose But that's what memories are made of And we missed Wasn’t much but it's we had Cheap boat six pack of something light

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

It's so lonely in the six right now I know you see It's getting late and I'm tired, yeah yeah Stuck on the east side, baby Tryna stay outta trouble, but it follows me And you know it I just want peace, babe And I just want you, babe

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfucking noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performing tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on You know! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey why'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

Yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah-eeh, yeah yeah My best friend's brother is the one for me B-F-B, B-F-B My best friend's brother, my best friend's brother A punk rock drummer and he's six foot three I don't want to but I want to 'Cause I just can't get him out

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told