In a bar in London an old man came in
They thought he was out of his head
All of the young man they just passed it off
They couldn't get into what he said

He said, I'll never again turn the young ladies heads
Or go running off into the wind
I'm three quarters home from the start to the end
And I wish I was eighteen again

I wish I was eighteen again 
And go running where I've never been
You know that old folks and old oaks standing tall, just pretend
I wish I was eighteen again

Now time turns the pages and life goes so fast
The years turn the black hair to grey
I talk to the young folks, they don't understand
The words this old man has to say

He said, I wish I was eighteen again 
And go running where I've never been
You know that old folks and old oaks standing tall, just pretend
I wish I was eighteen again