When I was seventeen, it was a very bad year
It was a very bad year for chatting up girls
And getting turned down
They thought I was a clown
They were ever so mean
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one, it was a mediocre year
But still a very good year for numbing my pain
By getting very drunk
We’d smoke a lot of skunk
I had a moment’s fun
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-four, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for X-Box games
And wasting my days
In an electronic haze
I got a high score
When I was thirty-four
And when my time is up, what will I say to everyone?
Will I be proud of what I’ve done
Or filled with regret for the life I threw away?
Does it matter anyway?
Shall I spare you my tears
For all those mediocre years?
Tune composed by Ervin Drake