European maids, hard to ignore You, me and the boys, barred from the shore
Fresh-faced imbeciles, laughing at me I've been laughing myself, is that so hard to see? Do I have to spell each letter out, honestly! If there's no room for laughter there's no room for me
Try looking at you, rather than me No truth is in here, it's all fantasy
Since the last time we met I've been through About seven hundred changes and that's just a few And the changes all tend to be something to do But you've got to believe thaythey're all done for you
Chorus: you'll think it's tragic when that moment arrives Ah, but it's magic, it's the best years of our lives
Lost now for the words to tell you the truth Please banter with me the banter of youth
If I knew how to say it I'd say it for you If I knew how to whisper I'd whisper,for you If I knew how to waltz I'd get up and dance for you If t thought I could run I'd come running to you
I've discovered now how to be fair This 1 could teach you if only I dare
The only conclusion 1've reached in my life Is that if I should die I should die-by the knife Since it's only a matter of courage all right, Die a man or a martyr, the two would be nice, so nice
Chorus: you'll think it's tragic when that moment arrives Ah, but it's magic, it's the best years of our lives
Compositor: Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice ECAD: Obra #14580674