We were just a bunch of kids from Woodside & Astoria’s 10 park

  Everyday we’d hang out till well after dark

  Any kind of drug could be had any day

  And if you had no cash, no prob, tomorrow you’d pay

  The liquor store on the corner never asked for ID

  He’d sell anyone a fifth of anything most happily

  Needles were off limits, but if it got you high, why not

  My friends and I would give almost anything a shot

  

  Ahhhh, to be Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies…

  

  My buddies and I was the real wild bunch

  Post Hippie Hitters, ready to throw down on a hunch

  My Junior High memories of by-gone days

  Are all clouded by a post drug induced haze

  Does anyone remember that flatbed truck with the swing

  We’d ride around all night looking for trouble powering that thing

  And by bus to Rockaway Beach and Playland ~ The rides and the shore

  Always on the lookout for bad girls and more

  

 Ahhhh, to be Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies…

 

 

  Then just like that Dad sent me away to CAL~I~FORN~I~A

  Just before all my friends were sent to rehab and psychotherapy

  Two Generations ~ Sold a bill of goods, that anything goes…

  Just a bunch of bullshit to cut off the mind, and to enjoy the pose

  Now the re-wind buttons broken, and good riddance to all that

  I don’t do much reminiscing ~ I’m not of proud all that’s under my hat

  I’m just trying to ride into the sunset with my head held high

  And I’ll be dammed if My Kids Don’t Know Better Than I…

Ahhhh, to be Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies