I was a young man back in the 1960s. Yes, you made your own amusements then, For going to the pictures; Well, the travel was hard, and I mean We still used the wheel. But you could sit down at your table And eat a real food meal.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know, And I can't even understand you When you try to talk slow.
There was one fellow singing in those days, And he was quite good, and I mean to say that His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too Before I made my first million. That was way, way back before, before wild World War Three, When England went missing, And we moved to Paraguayee.
But hey, you young people, I just do not know, And I can't even understand you When you try to talk slow.
Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away. I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday, And your grandmother bought them Way down in the new antique food store, And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.
But hey, you young people, well I just do not know, And I can't even understand you When you try to talk slow.