Way back when in 67 
I was the dandy 
Of Gamma Chi 
Sweet things from Boston 
So young and willing 
Moved down to Scarsdale 
And where the hell am I 

Hey Nineteen 
No we can't dance together 
No we can't talk at all 
Please take me along 
When you slide on down 

Hey Nineteen 
That's 'Retha Franklin 
She don't remember the Queen of Soul 
It's hard times befallen 
The sole survivors 
She thinks I'm crazy 
But I'm just growing old 

Hey Nineteen 
No we got nothing in common 
No we can't talk at all 
Please take me along 
When you slide on down 

The Cuervo Gold 
The fine Colombian 
Make tonight a wonderful thing 
We can't dance together 
No we can't talk at all