It was a mediocre year

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

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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

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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

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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?

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Tune composed by Ervin Drake

 

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