| Well all my friends are getting married
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| Yes they’re all growin' old
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| They’re staying home on weekends
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| They’re all doin' what they’re told
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| But I’m caught up in this magic
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| I’m all caught up in the fun
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| I’m all caught up in this music
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| Maybe I’ll never have a son
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| Well I looked into the crowd the other night
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| And I saw an old familiar face
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| He said «How are you doin' Shirl my boy?»
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| He said «Tell me, are you still playin' the same old place
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| I asked him all about himself
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| And he said that he was married with a kid
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| Showed me a picture of his wife
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| And we talked about all the things we did
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| Well sometimes I feel like I’m left behind
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| And sometimes I feel like I just left school
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| Wonder if I’ll ever grow up
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| Maybe I’m the only fool
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| But I’m all caught up in this magic
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| Yes I’m caught up in this fun
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| I’m all caught up with this music
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| Well maybe I’ll never have a son |