I was once a virtuous man
Now stealing's all I've got.
I was once a handsome brute,
Had models, had the lot.
My entourage was huge,
And everywhere we'd go
Silly ones would follow
Cause we were in the know.
Oh to be a young man again
Oh to be a young man again
We never spoke of aspirations
Instead we made and worked and did.
But there were hopes and dreams
That we locked up and hid.
Now we're stuck in nine to fives
A monotonous routine,
And any hope we had
Seems distant and obscene.
Oh to be a young man again
Oh to be a young man again
You don't know what I would give
To be a young man
A young man again
Oh to be a young man again
