Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen), artist - The Academy Allstars.
Date of issue: 08.09.2012
Song language: English
Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) |
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99 |
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be |
It. |
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by |
Scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable |
Than my own meandering |
Experience… I will dispense this advice now. |
Enjoy the power and beauty of your |
youth; |
oh nevermind; |
you will not |
Understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded |
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and |
Recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before |
You and how fabulous you really looked… You're not as fat as you |
Imagine. |
Don’t worry about the future; |
or worry, but know that worrying is as |
Effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing |
Bubblegum. |
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that |
Never crossed your worried mind; |
the kind that blindside you at 4pm |
On some idle Tuesday. |
Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be |
reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with |
People who are reckless with yours. |
Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; |
sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes |
You’re behind… the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with |
Yourself. |
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; |
if you |
Succeed in doing this, tell me how. |
Keep your old love letters, throw away your |
old bank statements. |
Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want |
to do with your |
Life… the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they |
Wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year |
Olds I know still don’t. |
Get plenty of calcium. |
Be kind to your knees, |
you’ll miss them when they’re gone. |
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, |
maybe you’ll have children, maybe |
You won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky |
Chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary… what ever you do, don’t |
Congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either — your |
Choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. |
Enjoy your body |
Use it every way you can… don't be afraid of it, or what other people |
Think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever |
Own. |
Dance… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. |
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. |
Do NOT read beauty |
magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. |
Get to know your parents, |
you never know when they’ll be gone for |
Good. |
Be nice to your siblings; |
they are the best link to your past and the |
People most likely to stick with you in the future. |
Understand that friends |
come and go, but for the precious few you |
Should hold on. |
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and |
Lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you |
Knew when you were young. |
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes |
you hard; |
live |
In Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. |
Travel. |
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will |
Philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize |
That when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were |
Noble and children respected their elders. |
Respect your elders. |
Don’t expect |
anyone else to support you. |
Maybe you have a trust fund |
Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; |
but you never know when either one |
Might run out. |
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, |
it will |
Look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who |
Supply it. |
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of |
Fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the |
Ugly parts and recycling it for more than |
It’s worth. |
But trust me on the sunscreen… |