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When I was nine, Michael and I Entered a talent show down at the Y Nine A.M. went to rehearse by some stairs Mike couldn't sing But I said, "No one cares" We sang "Yellow Bird" and "Lets Go Fly A Kite" Over and over and over Till we got it right When we emerged from the YMCA Three o'clock sun had made the grass hay I thought, Hey, what a way to spend a day Hey, what a way to spend a day I make a vow, right here and now I'm gonna spend my time this way When i was sixteen Michael and I Got parts in "West Side" At White Plains High Three o'clock went to rehearse in the gym Mike played "Doc," who didn't sing Fine with him We sang, "got a rocket in your pocket" And "the Jets are gonna have their day - tonight" Over and over and over Till we got it right When we emerged Wiped out by that play Nine o'clock stars and moon lit the way I thought, Hey, what a way to spend a day Hey, what a way to spend a day I made a vow I wonder now Am i cut out to spend my time this way? With only so much time to spend Don't wanna waste the time I'm given "Have it all, play the game," some recommend I'm afraid, it just may be time to give in I'm twenty-nine, Michael and I Live on the west side of SoHo, N.Y. Nine A.M. I write a lyric or two Mike sings his song now on Mad Avenue I sing, "Come to your senses Defenses are not the way to go," Over and over and over Till I got it right When I emerge from B Minor or A Five o'clock, diner calls, "I'm on my way," I think, Hey, what a way to spend a day Hey, what a way to spend a day I make a vow- right here and now I'm gonna spend my time this way I'm gonna spend my time this way