Many years from now, when your grandchildren climb upon your knee,
You may be quite astonished to see
How many channels they can change on T.V.
When some old film in black and white comes on,
And there you are upon the screen,
Or is it someone just like someone you've been,
Looking not a day over nine - teen?
"Grandad!", the little ones are asking you,
"Why do you look so sad?" (So-- sad---!)
So you tell them all about the fun you had!
Back in '64 before you were born,
People had no time for pouring scorn
On dreams of love and peace,
( Or scoring porn----!)
No one was obese, only tight trousers were worn!
Back in '64 we were at it like knives,
Back in '64 the time of our lives was in the present tense!
Now does that make common sense,
Any more than girls with hairdos called bee - hives?
(Zumm, zumm, zumm, zumm!)
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Back in '64 before you were born,
Back in '64 before you were born,
But as you've gone on and on, your audience has flown,
And, as you find yourself all on your own
You may wistfully re - call how Benjamin Dis - raeli said that,
"Life is too short to be small!"
Or may---be, like some old -time song, over all it's long,
So, so long, it's all over!