| Being young means I can do whatever I please
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| Whenever I want I can grab the keys
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| No wife and kids, just the birds and bees
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| Mm, to be young like me
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| 'Cause I still have time to kid around to it
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| If I decide I wanna do it, I’ll do it
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| Only one mouth to feed, no hand to hold
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| I’ve heard them all, «I wish I woulda knew it
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| Find a job and follow through it"
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| No «Come to bed please baby, I’m cold»
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| Mm, being young’s getting old
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| Being young means I can do whatever I want
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| Me and the boys, say the word and we’re gone
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| No white picket fence or a nice, green lawn
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| Mm, just hope the car turns on
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| 'Cause I still have time to get around to it
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| If I decide I wanna do it, I’ll do it
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| Only one mouth to feed, no hand to hold
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| I’ve heard them all, «I wish I woulda knew it
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| Find a job and follow through it"
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| No «Come to bed please baby, I’m cold»
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| Mm, being young’s getting old
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| Yeah it’s gettin' old
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| 'Cause I still have time to get around to it
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| If I decide I wanna do it, I’ll do it
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| Only one mouth to feed, no hand to hold
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| And I’ve heard them all, «I wish I woulda knew it
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| Find a job and follow through it"
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| No «Come to bed pretty baby, I’m cold»
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| Mm, being young’s getting old
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| Mm, being young’s getting old |