The Good Years

Looking back, wasn't perfect then
Young, not much to spend
Oh the fun we had
Chasing girls; being bad
Drinking Friday nights
Drunk, getting into fights
Making out with girls
Trying to break their pearls
In the back seats of cars
In the bathrooms of bars
No worry, no care
Spending hours on my hair
Hanging out down by the pool
Even though we should be in school
Blowing through our lives
Can't believe we all have wives
It was so much fun back then
With my best buddy Ben
Now that's all in the past
Through many broken bones, lots of casts
Still get together a few times a year
Just to party and drink lots of beer
Yes, it wasn't perfect then
Young, not much to spend