In the year of eighty-seven

I was playing with you

In the year of eighty-six

I began to understand things

Chorus

On the street, here I come

On the street I will run out

On the street I run to you

In the year of eighty-five

I played with you

In the year of eighty-four

Just thinking about playing

Chorus

In the year of eighty-three

Only made a mess

In the year of eighty-two

The year I was born...

Chorus

Instrumental

In the year of eighty-one

The year my parents married

In the eighty years

I do not know where I was