I was a young man back in the 1960s.

Yes, you made your own amusements then,

For going to the pictures;

Well, the travel was hard, and I mean

We still used the wheel.

But you could sit down at your table

And eat a real food meal.



But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,

And I can't even understand you

When you try to talk slow.



There was one fellow singing in those days,

And he was quite good, and I mean to say that

His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too

Before I made my first million.

That was way, way back before,

before wild World War Three,

When England went missing,

And we moved to Paraguayee.



But hey, you young people, I just do not know,

And I can't even understand you

When you try to talk slow.



Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away.

I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,

And your grandmother bought them

Way down in the new antique food store,

And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.



But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,

And I can't even understand you

When you try to talk slow.



Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.