What a drag it is. These gold lame' jeans. Is this the coolest way. To get though your teens. Well, I cut my hair weird. I read that it was in. I looked like a rooster.
Hey hey hey.... See me ride out of the sunset. On your colored TV screen. Out for all that I can get. If you know what I mean. Women to the left of me.
This old hat's hung on the bedpost too long. Forgotten like some used to be remembered like a song. Where all the words are so easy to recall. Hmm, this old hat.